Thank you.

_Cromwell_
(giving glasses):
Amos?

_Amos:_
I'd liefer have a pot of ale, master, if might be.

_Cromwell:_
Yes, yes. Bridget, girl.

(BRIDGET goes.)

_Mrs. Cromwell:_
Oliver, boy, you were quite right--all that you said to those men, I
mean. I don't approve, mind you, but you were quite right.

_Cromwell:_
Thank you, mother. I knew you would think so.

_Elizabeth:_
I wonder what will come of it. You never know, once you begin like this.

_Cromwell:_
You never know, wife.

_Hampden:_
There are lessons to be learnt.