w how when he took the
magistracy he would listen to none of us. He knows best.

_Mrs. Cromwell:_
What time is John coming?

_Elizabeth:_
By nightfall he said. Henry Ireton is coming with him.

_Mrs. Cromwell:_
John Hampden is like that, too. He excites the boy.

_Elizabeth:_
Yes, but mother, you will do nothing with Oliver by thinking of him as
a boy.

_Mrs. Cromwell:_
Of course he's a boy.

_Elizabeth:_
He's forty.

_Mrs. Cromwell:_
Methuselah.

_Elizabeth:_
What?

_Mrs. Cromwell:_
I said Methuselah.

_Elizabeth:_
He says John's the bravest man in England.

_Mrs. Cromwell:_
Just because he won't pay a tax. How if everybody refused to pay taxes?
If you don't have taxes, I don't see how you are to have a government.
Though I can't see that it governs anybody, except those that don't need
it.

_Elizabeth:_
Oliver says it's a wrong tax, this ship money.

_Mrs. Cromwell:_
There's always something wrong. It keeps men busy, I suppose.

_Elizabeth:_
But it was brave of John.

_Mrs. Cromwell:_
I know, I know. But why must he come here to-night of all in the year?
Oliver's like somebody out of the Bible about to-morrow as it is. This
will make him worse. I wish John no harm, but--well, I hope he's got a
bad horse.

_Elizabeth:_
Oliver's mind is made up about the common, whatever happens. John will
make no difference.

_Mrs. Cromwell:_
You can't pretend he'll make him more temperate.

_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:_
You mean to-morrow?

_Elizabeth:_
At the meeting, yes.

_Bridget:_
But he must do it. Why, the people have fished and kept cattle there
longer than any one can remember. Who is an Earl of Bedford to take it
away from them? I know I would let my head be broken first.

_Elizabeth:_
It is said that the King gave leave.

_Bridget:_
Then the King gave what wasn't his to give.

_Mrs. Cromwell:_
Now, child, don't you encourage your father, too. He's eager enough
without that.

_Bridget:_
But I must, grandmother. There's too much of this kind of interfer