_Hampden:_
Yes: perhaps you're right, ma'am. I prefer George Herbert.

_Bridget:_
Yes, I like his book, too, Cousin John.

_Mrs. Cromwell:_
Well, it's no bad judgment to stand for Mr. Herbert. Only I won't have
nonsense talked about Mr. Herrick.

_Elizabeth:_
Are you ready, Oliver? They are coming.

_Oliver:_
Yes.
(To HAMPDEN and IRETON.)
Friends, you are welcome to this house.

(The labourers from the farm are gathering outside the window. The
people in the room form towards them.)

_Cromwell:_
Brethren in God, at the end of another day's labour we are met to praise
Him from whom are the means to labour and its rewards. As we go about
these fields, He is with us. As you deal by me, and I by you, His eye
sees us. Nothing good befalls us but it is by His will, no affliction is
ours but His loving mercy will hear us. The Lord God walks at our hand.
He is here now in our midst. His desires are our freedom, His wrath our
tyranny one over another. Be very merciful in all your ways, for mercy
is His name. May His counsel be always with our little fellowship. If I