"Ah, you are content to see him die!  You men can satisfy your hearts with fine words, and so be that you can call it heroic or courageous, or so forth, you care naught, naught!  That all comes of the evil men you fell among when you went north in the army of false General Monck. They it was who seduced you from the good old cause in which my dearest husband reared you up so faithfully.  When you went to Scotland first, you and he were of one mind, one heart, but when you came hither again, your head was stuffed full of worldly wisdom and time-serving devices, talking of a Lord Protector instead of the glory of God, and hand and glove with that cruel Cromwell who did throw my saint into prison! Your heart was turned from those that reared you, and given to their enemies!  And now you can stand by unmoved and see him you once loved haled to prison and death!"