_Hampden:_
They're no offence, perhaps--but I'm never quite sure.

_Cromwell:_
Oh, but be sure, John. We must make no mistake about that. They are
lovely, the dancers. I'm all for singing and dancing. The Lord is one to
sing and dance, I'll be bound.

_Mrs. Cromwell:_
Now you talk sense, Oliver. Mr. Herrick is very clear about that. So was
David.

_Ireton:_
Who is Mr. Herrick, ma'am?

_Mrs. Cromwell:_
He's a poet, young man. And he's for being quiet, and not bustling about
everywhere. You ought to read him.

_Ireton:_
Do you know Mr. Herrick's work, Mr. Hampden?

_Hampden:_
I've nothing to say against that, though it's not very serious.

_Mrs. Cromwell:_
Don't be silly, Mr. Hampden--if you excuse me for saying so. Mr. Herrick
is very serious indeed, only he isn't always telling us of it.