Dol. [Dreaming.] Oh, Anastasia! [Adolphus, L. C. Henry, C. Dollerclutch asleep, L. Coriolanus, down L.]
Hen. Listen! He’s dreaming!
Dol. Anastasia, beloved! oh, fly—fly to my arms!
Hen. Ha! ha! ha! I wonder whether she’s got wings? [Dollerclutch talks again.] But, listen!
Dol. [Starting.] The rebs are coming—the rebs are coming! Where shall I hide myself? I’ll be killed if I stay here. [Sits upright.] Don’t shoot! [He fights imaginary rebels.] Don’t shoot—don’t! [Awakes.]
Hen. Look out! the rebs are coming! Ha! ha! ha!
Dol. [Getting on his feet. Aside.] Confound it all! I must have been dreaming.
Hen. Ha! ha! ha! We’ve found you out at last, old Dollerclutch. You are a brave man, George Washington. I thought I never did see you when we went into an engagement—now I can account for it.
Dol. [L. C.] Sir! I have always been where the fight was thickest.
Cor. [Aside.] After it was over.