(He places it with the deeds.)

_Amos:_
And then if I might speak for Seth.

_Cromwell:_
Yes, what is it?

_Amos:_
He's dumb, sir, it's true, but you'll find no better heart nor wits. And
he has a fair lot of book-learning now as well, and has come to handle a
pen for all his poor hands were treated so. He would be your servant,
sir, in the wars.

_Oliver:_
It's a good offer. Very well, Seth, we'll serve together.

(SETH acknowledges this, gravely pleased. There are voices outside.)

_Bridget:_
They are coming, father. Are you ready?

_Cromwell:_
Yes.

(BRIDGET opens the door on to the stone hall, and the labourers stand at
the door and beyond.)

_Cromwell_
(rising):