SETH, OLIVER'S servant, stands at the tent
opening.)
_Fairfax:_
You are welcome; none can say how much.
_Cromwell:_
A near thing, sir. I only heard from Westminster yesterday at noon.
_Fairfax:_
They told us nothing.
_Cromwell:_
There are many poor creatures at Westminster, sir. Many of them, I doubt
not, would have willingly had me kept uninformed of this. But we are in
time, and that's all. Henry. Good-morning, gentlemen. How goes it?
_Fairfax_
(taking his seat, CROMWELL and the others also at the table):
The battle is set. Our foot there, Skippon and myself. Colonel Ireton
and Whalley are with the horse. They are at your service.
_Cromwell_
(at the map):
Rupert will be there. Langdale, if I mistake not, will be there. That
road--is it good?
_Pemberton:_
Poor below Mill Hill, sir.
_Cromwell:_
Then that is the point; it may be decisive there. You take the left,
Henry.
_Ireton:_
Yes, sir.
_Cromwell:_
Let Whalley be on my left here--give him fifteen hundred. I have six
hundred. I'll take the right with them myself, Are you on the left, sir?
_Fairfax:_
Yes, and the second line.
_Cromwell:_
Good--can I have two of the best regiments down here behind me?
_Fairfax:_
Yes.
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