_Mrs. Cromwell:_
The Lord prosper you. But I am an old woman. Age can but have
misgivings.

_Cromwell:_
We must have none, mother. We have gone to this in prayer, we must
establish it in belief. Every yeoman, all the workers in the land, all
courtesy and brave reason look to us. What men hereafter shall make of
their lives must be between them and God in their own hearts. But to-day
it must be given to them, the right to live as they most truly may in
the light of their own proper character. No king may be against us. He
may lead us, but he may not be against us. Have no misgivings, mother.
Faith everywhere, that is our shield.

_Mrs. Cromwell_
(rising):
I will be no hindrance, son.

_Cromwell:_
You are my zeal. I grew to it in you.

_Mrs. Cromwell:_
I must see.

(She goes out.)

_Cromwell:_
How is Seth, Bridget?