Cromwell:
This is just; merciful even. Will you work with us together, sir, to the salvation of our country?
Charles:
You are very patient.
Cromwell:
To great ends. Why do you deliberate, sir? What invention is needed? All is so plain. And many wish you disaster. If you refuse this, it may be hard to deny them.
Charles:
We do not fear disaster.
Cromwell:
But I offer you an ascendancy undreamt of. It should be plain.