He that ventures his life for the liberty of his country, I wish he
trust God for the liberty of his conscience, and you for the liberty
he fights for. In this he rests, who is your most humble servant....

From the camp at Naseby field, in Northamptonshire.

(He signs the letter. Outside in the night the Puritan troops are heard
singing the One Hundred and Seventeenth Psalm:

"O praise the Lord, all ye nations: praise him, all ye people.

For his merciful kindness is great toward us: and the truth of the
Lord endureth for ever.

Praise ye the Lord."

They listen. IRETON sleeps.)

_Cromwell:_
They sing well.
(He looks at a map; then, to the aide:)
Go to General Peyton. Tell him to keep three troops of horse four miles
down the Leicester road there. He is not to move them till daybreak. And
ask Colonel Reade to let me have his figures as soon as he can.

_The Aide:_
Yes, sir.

(He goes.)