CROMWELL looks up, and continues writing. She unlocks a
large wooden chest, and takes some parchment deeds from it. Then she
comes to CROMWELL at the table.)
_Mrs. Cromwell:_
Oliver.
_Cromwell:_
Yes, mother.
_Mrs. Cromwell:_
These are my five Ely houses, and the Huntingdon farmlands. Use them.
_Cromwell:_
But it's all you have.
_Mrs. Cromwell:_
My needs are few, and I have not many days.
_Cromwell_
(rising):
I will use them, mother, worthily, with God's help.
(He kisses her.)
_Mrs. Cromwell:_
Bless you, my son. Bless you always. And may the mercy of God be upon
England.
_Cromwell:_
Upon England--Amen.
(He places the deeds on the table before him, and resumes his writing.
MRS. CROMWELL closes the chest, and sits at a spinet, playing.)
_Mrs. Cromwell:_
Mr. Lawes makes beautiful music, Oliver.
_Oliver:_
Yes, mother.
(She plays again for a few moments. Then BRIDGET and IRETON return.)
_Bridget:_
Amos and Seth want to speak to you, father. The men are coming.
_Cromwell:_
Yes.
(She beckons them in.)
_Cromwell:_
Bridget has news for you, mother.
(BRIDGET and IRETON go to MRS. CROMWELL.)
_Amos:_
I meant to speak when you were down there, sir. But I'm a bit slow.
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