“Certainly, my Lord. It is true.”
“You hindered this piece being played? And you used my name?”
“I told them who I was—yes.”
Cromwell slapped the paper down.
“Well, that is to use my name, is it not, Mr. Torridon?”
“I suppose it is.”
“You suppose it is! And tell me, if you please, why you hindered it.”
“I hindered it because it was not decent. My mother had been buried that day. My father asked me to do so.”
“Not decent! When the mummers have my authority!
“If your Lordship does not understand the indecency, I cannot explain it.”