Hampden here may have power to use men. If
it should be so, I would be used. That is all.
_Cromwell:_
John's the man. I'm likely enough to stay the rest of my days in Ely.
_Ireton:_
I don't think so, sir.
_Cromwell:_
No? Well. A glass of sherry, John--or gin?
_Hampden:_
Sherry, Oliver.
(CROMWELL pours out the sherry.)
_Cromwell:_
Henry?
_Ireton:_
Thank you.
_Cromwell_
(giving glasses):
Amos?
_Amos:_
I'd liefer have a pot of ale, master, if might be.
_Cromwell:_
Yes, yes. Bridget, girl.
(BRIDGET goes.)
_Mrs. Cromwell:_
Oliver, boy, you were quite right--all that you said to those men, I
mean. I don't approve, mind you, but you were quite right.
_Cromwell:_
Thank you, mother. I knew you would think so.
_Elizabeth:_
I wonder what will come of it. You never know, once you begin like this.
_Cromwell:_
You never know, wife.
_Hampden:_
There are lessons to be learnt.
_Cromwell:_
That's what they said.
(BRIDGET returns with a foaming pot of ale, which she gives to AMOS.)
_Cromwell_
(drinking):
To freedom, John. That's good sherry. I respect not such ill reasoners
as would keep all wine out of the country lest men should be drunk. Now,
Amos. Come along, John, my touch was good last night.
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