Offi. These to your Highness!
Crom. [Tearing them open.] C. From our admiral,
The gallant Blake. Another victory—
The Hollanders have yielded, that did late
Insult our English flag.
[Shouting is heard without.]
Milton. [Who has entered, U.E.R., unperceived.] Most humble tenders From France and Spain await your Excellency.
Crom. Ay! we will treat anon.
Milton. The Turks have yielded
The traitor Hyde—The Vaudois, sav'd, are blessing,
In their bright peaceful valleys, your great name,
First in their prayers to Heaven—
An Usher. Sir, there are messages From various sects; the enfranchis'd Jews, and all Whose burdens you have lighten'd, pray to see you.
Crom. Let all come in. I need all grateful hearts Around me now.
Enter an Officer with IRONSIDES, L.
Offi. [Speaking softly.] My lord!