_Bridget:_
He mends daily. Amos tends him like a mother.

_Cromwell:_
I must see them. Send to Mistress Hall and Robert. Let us have music
this evening. Anthony, too. Let him bring his flute. There's good music
here, Henry.

(He goes.)

_Bridget:_
Robert Hall sings beautifully.

_Ireton:_
Will you sing, too?

_Bridget:_
I expect so.

_Ireton:_
I once tried to learn the flute. It was no good. I couldn't do it unless
I watched my fingers.

_Bridget:_
Was it very terrible at Edgehill?

_Ireton:_
Yes.

_Bridget:_