In this he rests, who is your most humble servant....
From the camp at Naseby field, in Northamptonshire.
(He signs the letter. Outside in the night the Puritan troops are heard
singing the One Hundred and Seventeenth Psalm:
"O praise the Lord, all ye nations: praise him, all ye people.
For his merciful kindness is great toward us: and the truth of the
Lord endureth for ever.
Praise ye the Lord."
They listen. IRETON sleeps.)
_Cromwell:_
They sing well.
(He looks at a map; then, to the aide:)
Go to General Peyton. Tell him to keep three troops of horse four miles
down the Leicester road there. He is not to move them till daybreak. And
ask Colonel Reade to let me have his figures as soon as he can.
_The Aide:_
Yes, sir.
(He goes.)
_Cromwell:_
Finish that other letter, will you?
(SETH writes again.)
I can say this of Naseby. When I saw the enemy draw up and march in
gallant order towards us, and we, a company of poor ignorant men to seek
how to order our battle,--the General having commanded me to order all
the horse,--I could not, riding along about my business, but smile out
to God in my praises, in assurance of victory,
(the Psalm is heard again)
because God would, by things that are not, bring to naught the things
that are.
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