He looks at
them, with reason hardly awake.)
_Amos_
(going to him):
Seth--Seth, boy.
(SETH moves his lips, but makes no sound. They look at him in horror.)
_Bridget:_
Father--father.
_Cromwell:_
There--no--no.
(To BASSETT.)
Take him, good fellow. Care for him as you can. Get a surgeon for him.
Here's money. No, no, old man.
(BASSETT goes with SETH.)
_Amos:_
A bloody T. And dumb. God blast the King!
_Cromwell:_
Take him to our lodging, daughter. Go with them, Ireton. I'll follow.
(BRIDGET, AMOS, and IRETON go.)
_Cromwell:_
John, you are my best-beloved friend.
_Hampden:_
I praise myself in that more than in most.
_Cromwell:_
I call you to witness. That is a symbol. Before God, I will not rest
until all that it stands for in this unhappy England is less than the
dust. Amen.
_Hampden:_
Amen.
(A linkman is heard calling in the street. CROMWELL and HAMPDEN go
out.)
THE SCENE CLOSES
SCENE III
_CROMWELL'S house at Ely. A year later, 1642. It is afternoon in winter.
MRS. CROMWELL is sitting by the fire, reading. She looks a little more
her eighty-odd years than she did in the first scene. After a few
moments BRIDGET comes in. She is opening a letter.
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