And then this one?
Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less
Withdraws into its happiness;
The mind, that ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find;
Yet it creates, transcending these,
Far other worlds, and other seas;
Annihilating all that's made
To a green thought in a green shade.
_Mrs. Cromwell:_
Yes. Far other worlds, and other seas. I wish your father would come.
I want to go to sleep, and you never know.
_Bridget:_
I think father is coming now.
(CROMWELL comes in. He wears plain civilian clothes.)
_Cromwell:_
Well, mother dear.
(He kisses her.)
_Mrs. Cromwell:_
I'm glad you have come, my son. Though you are very busy, I'm sure.
_Cromwell:_
Is there anything I can do?
_Mrs. Cromwell:_
No, thank you. What date is this?
_Cromwell:_
The second of November.
_Mrs. Cromwell:_
It's nearly a year since they made you Protector, then.
_Cromwell:_
Yes. I wonder.
_Mrs. Cromwell:_
You need not, son. You were right. There was none other. And you were
right not to take a crown.
_Cromwell:_
The monarchy will return. I know that.
_Bridget:_
Why not always a commonwealth like this, father?
_Cromwell:_
Hereafter there shall be a true commonwealth.
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