Cromwell
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:10:00
Well, Uncle, did you ever see a quarry
so swiftly put to flight?

:10:04
The king will forever keep this field
and this day"s service...

:10:09
...in grateful remembrance.
:10:49
Come nightfall, we shall bury our dead.
:10:51
And then, by God,
we shall bury this army.

:10:54
With pitiful men in our ranks, it were
better this war were never fought.

:10:58
Not a drop of English blood
soiled this land.

:11:01
lt"s a bad officer who blames his men,
Cromwell.

:11:04
l blame them not, my lord,
for they are simple men.

:11:08
But what match are farmer"s boys
against gentlemen"s sons?

:11:11
The battle is not yet lost, Cromwell.
:11:13
This battle were lost before it began.
:11:16
And in like manner, so will this war.
:11:18
ln the morning,
l"m returning to Cambridge.

:11:21
lf you desert the field,
l"ll have you arrested.

:11:24
This war will not be won
with untrained ploughmen...

:11:27
...apprentices,
old, decaying serving men.

:11:30
We need men with fire in their bowels
who fear the Lord, but not the enemy!

:11:35
As God is my witness, l am
resolved that this battle will be won.

:11:38
Therefore, it"s my intention
to return to Cambridge...

:11:41
...and handpick an army...
:11:43
...the like of which this nation
has never seen!

:11:46
With or without your permission,
my Lord Manchester.


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