Mrs. Cromwell:
Bless you, my son. Bless you always. And may the mercy of God be upon England.
Cromwell:
Upon England—Amen.
(He places the deeds on the table before him, and resumes his writing. Mrs. Cromwell closes the chest, and sits at a spinet, playing.)
Mrs. Cromwell:
Mr. Lawes makes beautiful music, Oliver.
Oliver:
Yes, mother.
(She plays again for a few moments. Then Bridget and Ireton return.)