Everything begins to move for us again. To-morrow they will miss us here, eh, Neal? In a week we should be at Carisbrooke.
Neal:
Do not be too confident, sire. Things have miscarried before.
Charles:
But not this time, Neal, believe me. Their House and their army are at odds. I've seen to that. It has gained time, and perplexed their resolution. And now Scotland will strike again, and this time mortally. Yes, the end will be with us, mark me.
Ned:
May Your Majesty reckon truly.
Charles:
Is Cromwell coming to-night?
Ned: