Ireton:
Shall we go?
Bridget:
Yes.
(Bridget and Ireton go.)
(Cromwell lights a candle, gets paper and pen, and sits at the table writing. After a few moments Mrs. Cromwell comes in. She carries a large bunch of keys. Cromwell looks up, and continues writing. She unlocks a large wooden chest, and takes some parchment deeds from it. Then she comes to Cromwell at the table.)
Mrs. Cromwell:
Oliver.
Cromwell:
Yes, mother.