“After you, however,” said Cromwell.
“It was the fault of their horses, not theirs.”
“And the Scotch?”
“They kept their word and never stirred,” said Mordaunt.
“Their officers wish to see you, sir.”
“I have no time to see them. Are they paid?”
“Let them be off and return to their own country, there to hide their shame, if its hills are high enough; I have nothing more to do with them nor they with me.