The more for that. Yes, Henry.

_Ireton_
(as they embrace):
May we tell your father now?

_Bridget:_
Yes--if I can but help you to serve.

_Ireton:_
You shape my service. In you shall all the figures of my service dwell.
Will he take this kindly?

_Bridget:_
Surely. He loves you, he has said it often.

(CROMWELL returns.)

_Bridget:_
Father, Henry Ireton has to speak to you.

_Cromwell:_
Eh?

_Ireton:_
Yes, Mr. Cromwell.

_Cromwell:_
Quite so. Mr. Cromwell. That's very interesting now, isn't it?