Thus we passed the time until order came to carry him to Whitehall,
where, in a little room yet standing in the bowling-green, he was kept
prisoner, without the speech of any, so far as they knew, ten weeks,
and in expectation of death. They often examined him, and at last he
grew so ill in health by the cold and hard marches he had undergone,
and being pent up in a room close and small, that the scurvy brought
him almost to death's door.

During the time of his imprisonment, I failed not constantly to go,
when the clock struck four in the morning, with a dark lantern in my
hand, all alone and on foot, from my lodging in Chancery Lane, at my
cousin Young's, to Whitehall, in at the entry that went out of King
Street into the bowling-green. There I would go under his window and
softly call him: he, after the first time excepted, never failed to
put out his head at the first call: thus we talked together, and
sometimes I was so wet with the rain, that it went in at my neck and
out at my heels. He directed me how I should make my addresses, which
I did ever to their general, Cromwell, who had a great respect for
your father, and would have bought him off to his service upon any
terms.

Being one day to solicit for my husband's liberty for a time, he bade
me bring the next day a certificate from a physician, that he was
really ill. Immediately I went to Dr. Bathurst, that was by chance
both physician to Cromwell and to our family, who gave me one very
favourable in my husband's behalf. I delivered it at the Council
Chamber, at three of the clock that afternoon, as he commanded me, and
he himself moved, that seeing they could make no use of his
imprisonment, whereby to lighten them in their business, he might have