Ireton:
Read.
Cromwell
(reading a letter from the table):
My dearest daughter,—
This in all haste. We have fought to-day at Naseby. The field at all points is ours. They are destroyed beyond mending. Henry is hurt, but he is well attended, and the surgeons have no fear. He shall be brought to you by the first means. He has great honour to-day for himself and for us all.
Ireton:
He loves you.
(Cromwell adds a word to the letter. Then he leaves Ireton to the surgeons and speaks to Seth, who is at the table.)
Cromwell: