Tecumseh, hail! Brave chieftain, you have made your promise good.
TECUMSEH. My brother stands to his! and I but wait
His orders to advance—my warriors
Are ripe for the assault.
BROCK. Deploy them, then,
Upon our landward flank, and skirt the woods,
Whilst we advance in column to attack.
[TECUMSEH rejoins his warriors.]
Signal our batteries on the farther shore
To play upon the Fort! Be steady friends—
Be steady! Now upon your country turn
Your multiplying thoughts, and strike for her!
Strike for your distant and inviolate homes,
Perfumed with holy prayer at this hour!
Strike! with your fathers' virtue in your veins
You must prevail—on, on, to the attack!
[BROCK _and forces advance towards the Port. A heavy cannonading from the British batteries.]
Re-enter_ NICHOL hastily.
NICHOL Stay, General! I saw a flag of truce
Cross from the Fort to the Canadian shore.
BROCK. Halt! There's another from yon bastion flung;
And, see! another waves adown the road—
Borne by an officer—what think you, Nichol?
NICHOL Your threats are conquerors! The Fort is ours!