Oliver Cromwell: A Play

by John Drinkwater

Elizabeth

(coming in):

Yes.

Bridget:

It is the King. He is passing down to Whitehall.

Elizabeth:

Don't look, child.

Bridget:

I can see nothing but the pike-heads. The people seem very still. You can hear nothing but the drums.

(A little later Mrs. Cromwell comes in. She goes to a chair by the fire.)