"This is not honest! Yea, it is against morality and common honesty!"
Cromwell turned round and sorted him with his glance from the press.
"Oh, Sir Harry Vane! Sir Harry Vane!" he cried. "The Lord deliver me from Sir Harry Vane!"
Then pointing out another member, he cried, "There sits a drunkard," and so railed at several separately, ending, "Are these fit to govern God's poor people?"
The House was now in absolute disorder and confusion, but the Lord-General's voice rose above it all.
His angry eye lit on the mace.
"What shall we do with this bauble?" he asked, and added, "There, take it away!"
Major-General Harrison went up to the Speaker.
"Sir," he said, "seeing things are reduced to this pass, it is no longer convenient for you to remain here."