They are
lovely, the dancers. I'm all for singing and dancing. The Lord is one to
sing and dance, I'll be bound.
_Mrs. Cromwell:_
Now you talk sense, Oliver. Mr. Herrick is very clear about that. So was
David.
_Ireton:_
Who is Mr. Herrick, ma'am?
_Mrs. Cromwell:_
He's a poet, young man. And he's for being quiet, and not bustling about
everywhere. You ought to read him.
_Ireton:_
Do you know Mr. Herrick's work, Mr. Hampden?
_Hampden:_
I've nothing to say against that, though it's not very serious.
_Mrs. Cromwell:_
Don't be silly, Mr. Hampden--if you excuse me for saying so. Mr. Herrick
is very serious indeed, only he isn't always telling us of it.
_Hampden:_
Yes: perhaps you're right, ma'am. I prefer George Herbert.
_Bridget:_
Yes, I like his book, too, Cousin John.
_Mrs. Cromwell:_
Well, it's no bad judgment to stand for Mr. Herbert. Only I won't have
nonsense talked about Mr. Herrick.
_Elizabeth:_
Are you ready, Oliver? They are coming.
_Oliver:_
Yes.
(To HAMPDEN and IRETON.)
Friends, you are welcome to this house.
(The labourers from the farm are gathering outside the window. The
people in the room form towards them.)
_Cromwell:_
Brethren in God, at the end of another day's labour we are met to praise
Him from whom are the means to labour and its rewards.
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