With saffron, indigo, or purple,—I
To Abednego change my name of Carr!
Murray [scrutinizing Carr.]In his demeanour I remark, methinks,
A certain savour of nobility.
We judged him ill at first.
Carr. Am I a slave?
For what does Cromwell take me?
Lenthall [to Sir William Murray.
He's a man
Of influence.
Murray. A man of quality
Past doubt. His costume none the less—
Carr [still standing by himself.] The traitor!
Lenthall [aside.]The friendship that my lord displays for him
Should be of use, perchance, to them for whom
He vouchsafes a petition to endorse.
If he'd serve me!—He hath the master's ear.
[He approaches Carr with profuse reverences.
My lord, would you, with rare benevolence,
Vouchsafe to say to all whom you may know,
In my behalf, a worthy citizen,
One of those words you say so pithily?
I have a valid claim to be made peer,
I'm Master of the Rolls, and—
Carr [staring at him in amazement.] I have hung
My harp upon the willow; I sing not
My country's songs to them of Babylon
Who have invaded us.
Serg. Maynard [aside.] To our prayers—
Lenthall [to Maynard, in a discouraged tone.
He bears us all ill-will!
