_Bridget:_
Cousin John.

_Hampden:_
Well, Bridget, my girl.

(He kisses her.)

_Bridget:_
How do you do, Mr. Ireton?

_Ireton_
(shaking hands):
Well, I thank you, mistress.

_Bridget:_
Does father know, mother?

_Elizabeth:_
I've sent down to the field.

_Mrs. Cromwell:_
He'll be here soon enough. I'm sorry the judges were against you, John.
I don't know what else you could expect, though. They are the King's
judges, I suppose.

_Hampden:_
That's what we dispute, ma'am. The King says that they should serve him.
We say that they should serve the laws.