My needs are few, and I have not many days.

_Cromwell_
(rising):
I will use them, mother, worthily, with God's help.
(He kisses her.)

_Mrs. Cromwell:_
Bless you, my son. Bless you always. And may the mercy of God be upon
England.

_Cromwell:_
Upon England--Amen.

(He places the deeds on the table before him, and resumes his writing.
MRS. CROMWELL closes the chest, and sits at a spinet, playing.)

_Mrs. Cromwell:_
Mr. Lawes makes beautiful music, Oliver.

_Oliver:_
Yes, mother.

(She plays again for a few moments. Then BRIDGET and IRETON return.)

_Bridget:_
Amos and Seth want to speak to you, father. The men are coming.

_Cromwell:_
Yes.