Trick [singing.
For my part, friends, I must agree
That Oliver Last I'd like to see
And the wise fool, our Gramadoch,
At opposite ends of the same old frock.
For nought could be more droll, i' faith,
In all this solemn mummery,
Than folly to sagacity
Linked by a royal cloak, she saith.
Giraff.If Gramadoch doth nobly bear himself.
He'll seem a fool leading a sage in leash.
Elespuru.The fool will go before!
Trick. But, prithee, why
Doth Cromwell have a train-bearer?
Elespuru. Aha!
Trick is a clever wight! 'Tis to prevent
The royal robe from dragging in the mud,
When he sweeps up the hall.
Trick. I understand;
The reason seems to me most natural.
But what prevents his pulling Cromwell back?
Giraff.So Ormond would have done!
Elespuru. 'Tis true, but Cromwell
Doth send him to the devil, bare of foot,
A rope about his neck, to make amends.
Giraff.Poor man! Is he already hanged?
Trick. No! no!
Giraff.So much the better! When we've seen the close
Of this most tedious drama, it may be
We shall go hence in time to see him hanged.
We must needs laugh a bit.
Trick. My gentle sirs,
