Crom. [Replacing his Cloak, after covering the Coffin, as before.] Ha! have ye drunk well, fellows? I knew not that ye had such cold work here. [Gives them Money.] Now, on your lives, no word of this.
Bowt. May 't please you, What form of Government shall we have now?
Crom. It does not please me, fool! to stand here prating;
Ask him trick'd out in yonder lying state,
Who shall succeed him. [Points to the Coffin.]
Surely, I know nought,
That am the meanest servant of the Lord
To do his work alone. See ye to yours. [Exit, L.]
[The Sentinels resume their walk. The Clock strikes one. As it strikes, the Guard is heard approaching, and whilst it is relieving them the Scene closes.]
END OF ACT IV.
ACT V.
SCENE I.
[Last Grooves.]
Table, Chairs, Writing Materials.
Whitehall. LADY CROMWELL, R. and FLORENCE, L. Discovered coming forward.