(ELIZABETH comes back with JOHN HAMPDEN, aged forty-four, and HENRY
IRETON, twenty-eight. They both shake hands with MRS. CROMWELL.)

_Hampden:_
How do you do, ma'am?

_Mrs. Cromwell:_
Well, John.

_Ireton:_
Good-evening, ma'am.

_Mrs. Cromwell:_
You're welcome, Master Ireton, I'm sure. If you behave yourself, young
man.

_Ireton:_
How may that be, ma'am?

_Mrs. Cromwell:_
No, don't ask me. Only don't you and John come putting more notions into
Oliver's head. I'm sure he's got more than he can rightly manage as it
is.

_Hampden:_
We were told down there that it's to-morrow that my Lord of Bedford and
his like are to claim the common rights.

_Elizabeth:_
Yes.