He comes in.
Lincoln: What's the time?
Hay (looking at the watch on the table): Just on half-past nine, sir.
Lincoln: I shall sleep here for a little. You'd better shake down too. They'll wake us if there's any news.
LINCOLN wraps himself up on two chairs.
HAY follows suit on a bench. After a few moments GRANT comes to the door, sees what has happened, blows out the candles quietly, and goes away.
THE CURTAIN FALLS.
The First Chronicler: Under the stars an end is made,
And on the field the Southern blade
Lies broken,
And, where strife was, shall union be,
And, where was bondage, liberty.
The word is spoken....
Night passes.
The Curtain rises on the same scene, LINCOLN and HAY still lying asleep. The light of dawn fills the room. The ORDERLY comes in with two smoking cups of coffee and some biscuits. LINCOLN wakes.
Lincoln: Good-morning.