Cromwell:
It is suggested that we become courtiers, and susceptible as courtiers are. But that is nothing. Continually we are told that Your Majesty will outwit us.
Charles:
But that is too fantastic. Between men so open one with another. Our scruples—persuasion—yes, these may take time. We may not always easily understand each other there. But that there should be any question of duplicity between us—it is monstrous. We may disagree, stubbornly, Mr. Cromwell, but we know each the other's thought.
Cromwell:
I believe it. You know nothing of these Scotch agents in London?
Charles:
Scotch?
Ireton:
They arrived yesterday.