_Mrs. Cromwell:_ You need not, son. You were right. There was none other. And you were right not to take a crown. _Cromwell:_ The monarchy will return. I know that. _Bridget:_ Why not always a commonwealth like this, father? _Cromwell:_ Hereafter there shall be a true commonwealth. We have done that for England. But there must be a king. There is no one to follow me. I am an interlude, as it were. But henceforth kings will be for the defence of this realm, not to use it. That has been our work. It is so, mother? _Mrs. Cromwell:_ Truly, I think it. It will be a freer land because you have lived in it, my son. Our name may be forgotten, but it does not matter. You serve faithfully. I am proud. _Cromwell:_ You have been my blessed friend. _Mrs. Cromwell:_ It was kind of Mr. Milton to come this afternoon. I can't remember whether I thanked him as I should like to. _Cromwell:_ He likes to come. _Mrs. Cromwell:_ Be kind to all poets, Oliver. They have been very kind to me. They have the best doctrine. _Cromwell:_ That is an aim of mine--to find all men of worth and learning and genius--to give them due employment. The Lord speaks through them, I know. I would have none fail or want under my government. _Mrs. Cromwell:_ I know that. Bridget, girl, be a stay to your father and your mother. They love you. If you should wed again, may you wed well. _Bridget:_ I will cherish my father's great estate, and I will be humble always. _Mrs. Cromwell:_ And now, I am tired. Bless you, Oliver, my son. The Lord cause His face to shine upon you, and comfort you in all your adversities, and enable you to do great things for the glory of your most high God, and to be a relief unto His people. My dear son. I leave my heart with you. A good night. (They both kiss her.) _Mrs. Cromwell:_ Is Amos Tanner here? _Bridget:_ Yes, grandmother. _Mrs. Cromwell:_ Ask him to sing to me. Very quietly. The song he sang that night at Ely--you remember--when John and Henry were there. (BRIDGET goes out.) _Mrs. Cromwell:_ You have been a good son. _Cromwell:_ Mother, dear. (BRIDGET returns with AMOS. Very quietly he sings:) When I shall in the churchyard lie, Poor scholar though I be, The wheat, the barley, and the rye Will better wear for me. For truly have I ploughed and sown, And kept my acres clean; And written on my churchyard stone This character be seen; "His flocks, his barns, his gear he made His daily diligence, Nor counted all his earnings paid In pockets full of pence." (While he is singing MRS. CROMWELL falls asleep and he goes. CROMWELL stands for a time with BRIDGET, watching his mother asleep.) _Cromwell:_ Daughter, we must be loving, one with another. No man is sure of himself, ever. He can but pray for faith. _Bridget:_ Father, you have done all that a man might do. You have delivered England.