Hast never learned the parable of Dives?
Ludlow.We give our lives, the while yon count your crowns!
Overton [laughing.]'Tis even so. Cromwell's upholsterer,
To save his velvet, calling upon Heav'n,
Doth in God's keeping place his merchandise!
Garland.Such purposes to mingle in one prayer
Is to evoke the sluggish lightning's rage.
Wildman.It is most damnable Erastianism!
Barebones.Alas! that is the fitting word, in truth.
[Aloud.]Permit me to explain. Doth one become
A rebel 'gainst his God, and traitorous
To the republic, if he not contemns
The worldly goods that in his loving-kindness
The Lord doth give to man, whose day on earth
Is but a span,—the earthly recompense
Accorded to the flesh?
[Pointing to the throne.]Ten cubits high
Is yonder throne, from base to canopy.
May I not well regret the costly things?
All I possess is here.
'Tis beautiful!—I had not well observed it.
These tassels are pure gold! Look, Syndercomb.
This brocade-covered chair alone is worth
A thousand jacobuses.
Barebones. At the least!
Harrison [to Syndercomb.
What sayest thou?
Syndercomb [devouring the chair with his eyes.
What booty!
Barebones [trembling.] What said he?
Syndercomb [to the other conspirators.
