Take him, good fellow. Care for him as you can. Get a surgeon for him. Here's money. No, no, old man.
(Bassett goes with Seth.)
Amos:
A bloody T. And dumb. God blast the King!
Cromwell:
Take him to our lodging, daughter. Go with them, Ireton. I'll follow.
(Bridget, Amos, and Ireton go.)
Cromwell:
John, you are my best-beloved friend.
Hampden: