You commit yourself, boy, beyond turning back in all this.
Cromwell:
It must be so. The choice has been made, and is past.
Mrs. Cromwell:
The Lord prosper you. But I am an old woman. Age can but have misgivings.
Cromwell:
We must have none, mother. We have gone to this in prayer, we must establish it in belief. Every yeoman, all the workers in the land, all courtesy and brave reason look to us. What men hereafter shall make of their lives must be between them and God in their own hearts. But to-day it must be given to them, the right to live as they most truly may in the light of their own proper character. No king may be against us. He may lead us, but he may not be against us. Have no misgivings, mother. Faith everywhere, that is our shield.
Mrs. Cromwell
(rising):
I will be no hindrance, son.