Nor would they spare his life for Cæsars sake;
But he must dye, yet Noble ---- scorns
His share, ---- onely got the Horns.
But like the Lyon, Cromwel, that great man,
Made of Behemoth and Leviathan,
Thus speaks; And do you think, my friends, to share
That Prize in Peace, which I obtain’d in War?
Divide the spoil, and then as General I
Claim the first part due for my Excellency.
A second part our able strength demands;