(Bassett returns; with him a figure, the hands and ears bound up in rough thick bandages, and on his forehead a burning red T. He looks at them, with reason hardly awake.)
Amos
(going to him):
Seth—Seth, boy.
(Seth moves his lips, but makes no sound. They look at him in horror.)
Bridget:
Father—father.
Cromwell:
There—no—no.
(To Bassett.)