Elizabeth:
It's very wrong to take away the common from the people. I think Oliver is right.
Mrs. Cromwell:
Of course he's right. But I'm too old. I've seen too many broken heads. He'll be no righter for a broken head.
(Bridget Cromwell, a girl, comes. She takes some eggs from her apron and puts them on a dish on a shelf.)
Bridget:
Why, grandmother, whose head is to be broken?
Mrs. Cromwell:
Your father's is like to be.
Bridget: