Bridget:
But you do think father is right?
Mrs. Cromwell:
Yes, child. He could do no other. That's his tribute to necessity. We all pay it. He will pay it greatly. We may be sure of that.
(Horses are heard outside.)
Here they are.
(Bridget goes out to meet Cromwell and Ireton, with whom she returns in a moment. Ireton's right arm is in a sling. Mrs. Cromwell has put her book aside, and is standing. She embraces Oliver.)
Cromwell:
Well, mother. Almost before our own tidings, eh?
Mrs. Cromwell: