God! You buzzard! You buzzard!
[A band in the distance strikes up the national anthem. grosvenor, conroy, pollen, taney and maynard stand. harradan sinks into a chair.
maynard
Senator, it's the national anthem. Haven't you got any patriotism?
[grosvenor opens the windows. The notes of the anthem are drowned out by shouts and cries and the calls of newsboys.
voices of the crowd
War! War!
[The anthem sounds loud and clear, but harradan buries his face in his hands. The stage is gradually darkened. The music grows fainter as if the band were marching away; and now and then the shouts of the crowd make themselves heard above it. These subside, too, into a low, muffled roar, sullen and ominous.