You've heard about this affair down here?
_Hampden:_
The common? Yes.
_Cromwell:_
There's to be no yielding about that.
_Hampden:_
I'm glad of it, Oliver.
_Mrs. Cromwell:_
What will it all come to, John?
_Cromwell:_
There are times, mother, when we may not count the cost.
_Mrs. Cromwell:_
You're very vexatious sometimes, Oliver.
_Cromwell:_
But you know I'm right in this, mother.
_Mrs. Cromwell:_
Being right doesn't make you less vexatious.
_Elizabeth:_
Have they finished in Long Close?
_Cromwell:_
Yes. They will be here soon.
_Bridget:_
They all come up from the field for prayers, Mr. Ireton, at the day's
end.
_Hampden:_
Is your hay good, Oliver?
_Cromwell:_
I haven't much down this year. What there is, is good.
_Hampden:_
We got the floods too late. But it has mended well enough.
_Bridget:_
The dancers came for some money, father.
_Elizabeth:_
Shall I give them something?
_Cromwell:_
To be sure.
_Elizabeth:_
How much?
_Cromwell:_
Oh--a crown or two.
_Hampden:_
Dancers?
_Cromwell:_
Aye, John. Don't you hold with them?
_Hampden:_
They're no offence, perhaps--but I'm never quite sure.
_Cromwell:_
Oh, but be sure, John. We must make no mistake about that.
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