It is abominable.
Fairfax:
But there—we must not distress ourselves. We have our own loyalty. Keep in touch with Skippon, Staines. If you can push their right foot up towards Sibbertoft there, spare nothing in the doing. Have you all slept, gentlemen?
Ireton and the others:
Yes, sir.
Fairfax:
Since we lack General Cromwell, more depends on you, Ireton, than on any man, perhaps. You will not be wanting, I know.
Ireton:
In endeavour at least—and we can die.
(A scout comes in.)