Cromwell

Excerpt from The Dramas of Victor Hugo, Vol. 19: Cromwell
Lord Ormond.
Without displeasing you,
Do words like these become a mighty lord,
The friend of Cromwell?
Lord Broghill.
The old Puritan,
Should you rouse him by chance at such an hour,
Would let you hang some twenty cubits high
Till you had changed the color of your thoughts.
Lord Ormond (aside).
I hope to make him sleep, not waken him!
Lord Broghill.
When Cromwell's firmly seated on the throne,
He will know how to punish insolence.
Lord Ormond.
His throne's a scaffold, and his robes are blood.
False servant of the Stuarts, you forget -
Lord Broghill.
That look, that tone - Who are you?
Lord Ormond.
Broghill asks!
Have you forgot the Irish wars, my lord?
Together, in those days, we served the King.
Lord Broghill.
Lord Ormond, my old friend - 'tis you!
[Taking his hand affectionately.
In London,
And you come here the evening of that day
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