Bless you, Oliver, my son. The Lord cause His face
to shine upon you, and comfort you in all your adversities, and enable
you to do great things for the glory of your most high God, and to be a
relief unto His people. My dear son. I leave my heart with you. A good
night.
(They both kiss her.)
_Mrs. Cromwell:_
Is Amos Tanner here?
_Bridget:_
Yes, grandmother.
_Mrs. Cromwell:_
Ask him to sing to me. Very quietly. The song he sang that night at
Ely--you remember--when John and Henry were there.
(BRIDGET goes out.)
_Mrs. Cromwell:_
You have been a good son.
_Cromwell:_
Mother, dear.
(BRIDGET returns with AMOS. Very quietly he sings:)
When I shall in the churchyard lie,
Poor scholar though I be,
The wheat, the barley, and the rye
Will better wear for me.
For truly have I ploughed and sown,
And kept my acres clean;
And written on my churchyard stone
This character be seen;
"His flocks, his barns, his gear he made
His daily diligence,
Nor counted all his earnings paid
In pockets full of pence."
(While he is singing MRS. CROMWELL falls asleep and he goes. CROMWELL
stands for a time with BRIDGET, watching his mother asleep.)
_Cromwell:_
Daughter, we must be loving, one with another.
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