ACT FIFTH. THE WORKMEN
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[Aside.]How can I strike that blow?
Ludlow.Let's say no more, but strike. Let the accurst
Now settle his account with the elect!
[All the conspirators, except Barebones, march off the stage with the same processional solemnity with which they entered.
[As Lambert is about to cross the threshold, Overton grasps his arm and detains him.
Scene 5.—Lambert, Overton, Barebones.
[Throughout this scene, Barebones, apparently lost in painful thought is hidden from his companions by the platform of the throne.
Overton.Lord General.
Lambert. How now?
Overton. One word, an 't please you.
Lambert.I hear.
[They return to the front of the stage and stand for a moment face to face, Lambert in the silence of expectation, Overton as if he could not decide in which directon to explode.
Overton. Is your hand sure?
Lambert. D'ye doubt it?
Overton. Ay.
Lambert [haughtily.]Sirrah!
Overton. Nay, listen:—To lay Cromwell low,
We place the sword of Israel in your hand.
You we have chosen to tear away the veil
And of this ghastly drama cut the knot.
But you with terror at your heart received
The honour Overton would joyfully
Have purchased with his blood. You would have liked
That others should perform your task for you.
I know you well: ambitious, but a coward!
