Ribau. Obey!
[La Gloire stands motionless and silent.—A low Whistle.
Ribau. Ha! the signal! the morning breaks:—they arrive in the very nick. Now then, La Gloire, for the enterprize. Why does not the blockhead stir?—Well, well, my good fellow! I have been harsh: but—not yet?—Pshaw! this military enforcement has acted like a spell upon him.—How to dissolve it?—[A low Whistle.]—Again!——Come, come, La Gloire! I—dull dolt!—I have it:——March!
[La Gloire faces to the Left, and marches out after Ribaumont.
SCENE II.
The Place, in the Town of Calais.
Enter an Officer, Sergeant, and Soldiers.—Citizens enter severally during the Scene.
Officer. Bravely, good fellows! Courage! Why, still there's life in't. Sergeant!
Serg. Your honour!
Officer. How do the men bear up? Have they stout hearts still?