Hale. The Tory meeting!
Alice. Fitzroy will be back. I don’t want to see him!
Hale. Quick—we’ll go by the window! (Putting a chair under the window he jumps onto chair; then leans in the window and holds out his hands to Alice, who is on the chair.) And if tomorrow another drum makes me a soldier—?
Alice. It will make me a soldier’s sweetheart!
Hale. Come.
(She goes out of the window with his help, and with loud drum tattoo and bugle call, the stage is left empty and the curtain falls.)
The second act at Colonel Knowlton’s house closes on Hale’s decision to serve his country as a spy:
Alice. (In a whisper.) You will go?
Hale. I must.
Alice. (A wild cry.) Then I hate you!