CROMWELL. Yes, Hodge; now go sit down in his study, and take state upon thee.
HODGE. I warrant you, my Lord; let me alone to take state upon me: but hark you, my Lord, do you feel nothing bite about you?
BEDFORD.
No, trust me, Hodge.
HODGE. Aye, they know they want their pasture; it’s a strange thing of this vermine, they dare not meddle with Nobility.
CROMWELL.
Go, take thy place, Hodge; I’ll call them in.—
[Hodge sits in the study, and Cromwell calls in the States.]
All is done, enter and if you please.
[Enter the States and Officers, with Halberts.]
GOVERNOUR.
What, have you won him? will he yield himself?
CROMWELL.
I have, an’t please you, and the quiet Earl
Doth yield himself to be disposed by you.