Truth speaks from prison and coffin! Late or soon, What I say now the peopled world will echo! BRADSHAW. Enough, enough, sir! [To the USHER.] Let him wait without. LILBURNE. Do what you will! But first a word of warning! If, when all pretext fails, as fail it will, You make recourse to martial law to judge me, I'll burn it out to ashes! These officers Aren't fit for honest men to trust their lives to! CROMWELL. Now are you satisfied? BRADSHAW. [Exit. A dangerous man! VANE. There's truth in what he says; this liberty Is all we seek; the saints in heaven are equal, All might be saints! Why, if it went by votes VANE. And so begins again the violent course We rose to end. Once set that wheel in motion, Partly approve this fellow; where he errs, Is he stubborn? Let failure teach him wisdom. To shut him up CROMWELL. Authority's a farce if men like this VANE. I say, release him! BRADSHAW. Your votes, then, gentlemen! Release or no? The General has it. Let him wait his trial. ΧΙ Cromwell April 20, 1653 [The day of the violent dissolution of the "Rump" Parliament. A message was brought to Cromwell that its members were hastily forcing through a Bill whereby they would themselves retain their seats in the new Parliament, and also form a Committee of Revision to determine the validity of the fresh elections. It is this message that is supposed to interrupt the following soliloquy.] |