_Fairfax:_
If at last there should be a general retreat, it is to the west of
Naseby, remember.

_Ireton:_
Yes. To the west. That there should be that even in the mind!

_Fairfax:_
In that case, the baggage is my concern.

(Outside is heard a low murmur of excitement.)

_Fairfax:_
Staines, will you tell Conway that five hundred of his best men must
dispute the Naseby road to the east. And let Mitchell command under him.

_Staines:_
Yes, sir.

(The noise outside grows.)

_Pemberton:_
What is it?

_Fairfax:_
See.

(PEMBERTON goes to the tent opening and looks out.)