Is the word for the day chosen?
Fairfax:
Not yet.
Cromwell:
Let it be, "God our strength." Gentlemen.
(They all rise, and, bareheaded, together they repeat, "God our strength.")
THE SCENE CLOSES
The same tent. Night—with torches and candles. An aide stands at the tent opening. The sentries pass to and fro. It is after the action. Ireton, severely wounded, is on a couch, surgeons attending him. Cromwell, himself battered and with a slight head wound, stands by the couch.
Cromwell: