END OF THIRD ACT.
ACT IV.
Enter CHORUS.
War is declared, unnatural and wild,
By Revolution's calculating sons!
So leave the home of mercenary minds,
And wing with me, in your uplifted thoughts,
Away to our unyielding Canada!
There to behold the Genius of the Land,
Beneath her singing pine and sugared tree,
Companioned with the lion, Loyalty.
SCENE FIRST.—A ROOM IN FORT GEORGE.
[Enter GENERAL BROCK reading a despatch from Montreal.]
BROCK. Prudent and politic Sir George Prevost!
Hull's threatened ravage of our western coast,
Hath more breviloquence than your despatch.
Storms are not stilled by reasoning with air,
Nor fires quenched by a syrup of sweet words.
So to the wars, Diplomacy, for now
Our trust is in our arms and arguments
Delivered only from the cannon's mouth!
[Rings.]
[Enter an ORDERLY. ]
ORDERLY. Your Exc'llency?