We must raise such men as have the fear of God
before them, such men as make some conscience of what they do. We must
do this, Mr. Mayor. I never thought to use a sword, but now all must be
given that it may be used well. I would have you send a summons to all
the people of this town and countryside. Bid them meet two days hence in
the market-place at noon. I will tell them of all these things. I will
show them how the heart of England is threatened. We must give, we must
be diligent in service, we must labour. An army is to be made--we must
make it. We have no help but our own hands--by them alone we must save
this country. Will you send out this summons?
_The Mayor_
(rising):
It shall be done, this hour. My service to you.
(He bows to all and goes.)
_Cromwell:_
Nothing is to be spared the cause must have all. We must be frugal,
mother. Daughter, help as you can.
_Bridget:_
I will, indeed, father.
_Mrs. Cromwell:_
You commit yourself, boy, beyond turning back in all this.
_Cromwell:_
It must be so. The choice has been made, and is past.
_Mrs. Cromwell:_
The Lord prosper you. But I am an old woman. Age can but have
misgivings.
_Cromwell:_
We must have none, mother. We have gone to this in prayer, we must
establish it in belief.
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