ARD, and goes off with them, looking on her to
the last, and with an action of extreme tenderness takes leave of
her. MELVILLE and BLAND accompany him._

HONORA.

Now we will go. Come, love! Where is he?
All gone!--I do remember--I awake--
They have him. Murder! Help! Oh, save him! save him!

[_HONORA attempts to follow, but falls. MRS. BLAND kneels to assist
her. Scene closes._

SCENE, _the Encampment._

_Procession to the execution of ANDRE. First enter Pioneers--Detachment
of Infantry--Military Band of Music--Infantry. The Music having
passed off, enter ANDRE between MELVILLE and AMERICAN OFFICER; they
sorrowful, he cheerfully conversing as he passes over the stage._

ANDRE.

It may in me be merely prejudice,
The effect of young-opinion deep engraved
Upon the tender mind by care parental;
But I must think your country has mistook
Her interests. Believe me, but for this I should
Not willingly have drawn a sword against her.
[_They bow their heads in silence._
Opinion must, nay ought, to sway our actions;
Therefore--

_Having crossed the stage, he goes out as still conversing with them.
Another detachment of Infantry, with muffled and craped drums, close
the procession: as soon as they are off--_

_Scene draws and discovers the distant view of the Encampment._

_Procession enters in same order as before, proceeds up the stage, and
goes off on the opposite side._

_Enter M'DONALD, leading BLAND, who looks wildly back._

BLAND.

I dare not _thee_ resist. Yet why, O, why
Thus hurry me away--?--

M'DONALD.

Would'st thou behold----

BLAND.

Oh, name it not!

M'DONALD.

Or would'st thou, by thy looks
And gestures wild, o'erthrow that manly calmness
Which, or assum'd or felt, so well becomes thy friend?

BLAND.

What means that cannon's sound?

M'DONALD [_after a pause_].

Signal of death
Appointed. Andre, thy friend, is now no more!

BLAND.

Farewell, farewell, brave spirit! O, let my countrymen,
Henceforward, when the cruelties of war
Arise in their remembrance; when their ready
Speech would pour forth torrents in their foe's dispraise,
Think on this act accurst, and lock complaint in silence.
[_BLAND throws himself on the earth._

M'DONALD.

Such are the dictates of the heart, not head.
Oh, may the children of Columbia still
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