there?

_1st Cit._ No.

_Others._ Nor I.

_2nd Cit._ Here comes another. We shall hear,
If he hath seen.

_Enter another Citizen._

_5th Cit._ Oh, eyes! Oh, ears! Alas!

_1st Cit._ Were you there?

_5th Cit._ Was I not? He died right well,
As 'twere a man that nothing had to lose,
Save the poor head he gave his enemies.

_1st Cit._ Indeed you're right, he had not much of late.

_2nd Cit._ How was it?

_5th Cit._ Well, they would not let him speak
Much, for the sound of the drums--are ye this way?
My wife is waiting, she is curious; come,
I'll tell you all I saw-- [_Exeunt severally._]

_Enter two Gentlemen, R. and L._

_1st Gent., L._ All, then, is o'er: the body they have taken
To lie in Whitehall--

_2nd Gent., R._ So I heard. Where are
The men who order'd it?

_1st Gent._ I know not. Cromwell
Was there; I noted him.

_2nd Gent._ How looked he when
The king came forth? I had no eyes for aught
Except the prisoner.

_1st Gent._ It so happen'd that,
Marking his face by chance, I could not keep
My eyes from off him.

_2nd Gent._ Ay, how did he seem?
For he had much to do in this great matter.

_1st Gent._ Ere all was ready, while 'mid wolfish noise
The patient pale king lipp'd the deafen'd air,
O'er Cromwell's face approaching doom grew large
In stony horror. Then 'twas calm and fix'd.
Destruction's god, from his broad, wizard throne,
Might on the front of coming whirlwinds, as
They near'd his footstool, look unchang'd as he did:
Sphinx-like!
But, when the deed was done,
The flash that left the swift-descending axe
In triumph fiercely shot into his eyes,
A moment welling quick successive fires,
Like sudden birth of stars 'tween wintry clouds:
Then came a look of doubt and wonderment,
As if it were a thing he knew not of,
And shudder'd at, amaz'd that it was so.
His hollow eye wan'd like the moon's eclipse;
And then he clutch'd his sword, and strove to read
Men's faces near him, and so, furious, leapt
On his black war-horse, standing saddled by,
And unattended, save by that red scene,
Like an arm'd pestilence, rode swift--away!

_2nd Gent._ You make me tremble with your picture; surely
This Cromwell is a great and wondrous man.

_1st Gent._ Unto all fortune doth he shape himself;
One knows not where he learnt it.

_2nd Gent._ They do say
A something did appear to him in youth,
Telling he should be great.

_1st Gent._ I think he hath
Whisper'd that