Leader of Men. One who knows thee well enough: thou need'st not hide.
[Enter Treason.]
Leader of Men. [To Father Hudson.] Behold the unsleeping fiend that lives in him! His name is Treason.
Treason. Art thou there, Benedict?
Arnold. [Aside.] Why not? 'Tis Fame,
Reward, wealth, power, revenge and simple justice
All at a clap. They'll make a Lord of me,—
Pacificator of the Colonies,—
Restorer of an erring people's love
To their forgiving Sovereign. At a clap!
The key to all of this is in my hand,—
West Point; and in my other hand,
Sir Henry's promises,—money in sums,
To weigh the unweighed treasures I have sunk
For these damned ingrates.
Treason. Art thou there, Benedict?
Arnold. [Still aside.] They took my all,
Engulfed my freely-given wealth, paid out
For their salvation; now they count the cost,
File my accounts and give me promises,—
Hopes for next year. Twas not in coin like that
I paid at Saratoga!
Treason. Benedict!
Arnold. Who art thou, spirit of the inner world? I cannot see thee.
Treason. And yet you called me.