_Bridget:_
Don't you wish it could have been done without this, grandmother?
_Mrs. Cromwell:_
When the world labours in anger, child, you cannot name the hour.
_Bridget:_
But Henry thinks it is right, too.
_Mrs. Cromwell:_
If this be wrong, all was wrong.
_Bridget:_
Yes. Thank you, grandmother. That is what I wanted. It was necessary.
_Elizabeth:_
Henry meant to come back before the end, didn't he?
_Bridget:_
He said so.
_Mrs. Cromwell:_
It's very cold.
_Bridget:_
I think it will snow again.
_Elizabeth:_
What are the drums beating again for?
_Bridget:_
Perhaps--I don't know. Will you have another shawl, grandmother?
_Mrs. Cromwell:_
No, thank you.
(IRETON comes in.)
_Bridget:_
Has anything happened?
_Ireton:_
Not yet. In a minute or two. At half-past one. It's three minutes yet.
_Bridget:_
Is father there?
_Ireton:_
Yes.
_Elizabeth:_
Not alone?
_Ireton:_
No. Fairfax and Harrison--five of them.
_Mrs. Cromwell:_
The King--very brave, I suppose?
_Ireton:_
Yes. That was inevitable. We are old campaigners.
_Elizabeth:_
Oliver says that he has been noble since death was certain.
_Ireton:_
Yes.
_Bridget:_
If he had but lived so.
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