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In heaven's name, dost deem thyself less vile
Than a dog Jew? Do thyself justice, knave!
Rochester [aside.]⁠He's monstrous civil!
Richard. He's monstrous civil! When I'd paid thee well,
Betray me secretly! Take with both hands,
And shamelessly sell him who'd purchased thee!
Rochester [aside.]⁠What does he mean?
Richard. What does he mean? At least, give back my gold!
Rochester [aside.]⁠Satan! I have already sent the purse
To my Lord Ormond.
Richard. To my Lord Ormond. Wilt restore my gold,
Thou villain?
Rochester [aside.] …lain? What am I to do?
…lain? What am I to do? [Aloud.] The sum
Was trifling—
Richard. Was trifling Was it so? It was too small!
Upon thy flesh and bones thou'lt pay me for't!
[He draws his sword.
If I have not my gold, with my good sword,
I'll have what Satan gave thee for a soul!
[He rushes at Rochester with uplifted sword.
My purse, I say!
Rochester [recoiling.]⁠By heav'n, he'll murder me!
That cursèd purse!

Scene 22.—The Same; the Earl of Carlisle, attended by four halberdiers.

[Richard checks himself. The Earl of Carlisle bows low to him.

Earl of Carlisle. In the Protector's name, give me your sword,
Good Master Richard Cromwell.
Richard [handing the Earl his sword.]⁠You have come