Richard.My father sleeps.
Cromwell [aside.] He sleeps!
Richard. He nought suspects.
Cromwell [aside.]He's wide awake and listening to thee!
Richard [laughing.]I shall entrap him shrewdly.
Cromwell [aside.] What a laugh,
And what a crime! the villain comes to ask:
"Is 't done?" Suppose I take upon myself
The duty of chastising him?
Richard [laughing.] Come, courage!
To-morrow, when they find the bird has flown,
How great will be the Saints' discomfiture!
Cromwell [aside.]If I should poniard him with my own hand?
He is my son!
Richard. Our Cavaliers will laugh
Till they are like to burst, at th' escapade.
Cromwell [aside.]He flaunts my very blood before my face!
[He takes another step.
I'll strike!
Richard. A lucky ending, by my faith.
Cromwell [aside.]'Tis true!
Richard. My father ne'er would have consented
To pardon me, I fear. But by this means
His anger I escape.
Cromwell [aside.] Nay, thou shalt not
Escape it, traitor! I must strike him down!
No pity!
[He steps toward Richard, then hesitates.