Cromwell:
That is an aim of mine—to find all men of worth and learning and genius—to give them due employment. The Lord speaks through them, I know. I would have none fail or want under my government.
Mrs. Cromwell:
I know that. Bridget, girl, be a stay to your father and your mother. They love you. If you should wed again, may you wed well.
Bridget:
I will cherish my father's great estate, and I will be humble always.
Mrs. Cromwell:
And now, I am tired. Bless you, Oliver, my son. The Lord cause His face to shine upon you, and comfort you in all your adversities, and enable you to do great things for the glory of your most high God, and to be a relief unto His people. My dear son. I leave my heart with you. A good night.
(They both kiss her.)
Mrs. Cromwell: