Vane pressed the House to waive its usual forms and pass the bill at once. "The time has come," said Cromwell to Harrison, whom he had beckoned over to him. "Think well," answered Harrison; "it is a dangerous work." [Illustration: OLIVER CROMWELL.] The man of fate subsided into silence again. A quarter of an hour more passed. Then the question was put "that this bill do now pass." Cromwell rose, took off his hat, and spoke. His words were strong. Beginning with commendation of the Parliament for what it had done for the public good, he went on to charge the present members with acts of injustice, delays of justice, self-interest, and similar faults, his tone rising higher as he spoke until it had grown very hot and indignant. "Your hour is come; the Lord hath done with you," he added. "It is a strange language, this," cried one of the members, springing up hastily; "unusual this within the walls of Parliament. And from a trusted servant, too; and one whom we have so highly honored; and one----" "Come, come," cried Cromwell, in the tone in which he would have commanded his army to charge, "we have had enough of this." He strode furiously into the middle of the chamber, clapped on his hat, and exclaimed, "I will put an end to your prating." He continued speaking hotly and rapidly, "stamping the floor with his feet" in his rage, the words rolling from him in a fury. Of these words we only know those with which he ended. "It is not fit that you should sit here any longer! You should give place to better men! You are no Parliament!" came from him in harsh and broken exclamations. "Call them in," he said, briefly, to Harrison. At the word of command a troop of some thirty musketeers marched into the chamber. Grim fellows they were, dogs of war,--the men of the Rump could not face this argument; it was force arrayed against law,--or what called itself law,--wrong against wrong, for neither army nor Parliament truly represented the people, though just then the army seemed its most rightful representative. "I say you are no Parliament!" roared the lord-general, hot with anger. "Some of you are drunkards." His eye fell on a bottle-loving member. "Some of you are lewd livers; living in open contempt of God's commandments." His hot gaze flashed on Henry Marten and Sir Peter Wentworth. "Following your own greedy appetites and the devil's commandments; corrupt, unjust persons, scandalous to the profession of the gospel: how can you be a Parliament for God's people? Depart, I say, and let us have done with you. In the name of God--go!" These words were like bomb-shells exploded in the chamber of Parliament. Such a scene had never before and has never since been seen in the House of Commons. The members were all on their feet, some white with terror, some red with indignation. Vane fearlessly faced the irate general. "Your action," he said, hotly, "is against all right and all honor."