Christine. [Starts, but recovers herself quickly.] I am ready.
Officer. I would offer you hope, but acts of mutiny, and when covering such suspicious motives as yours, cannot be pardoned. You have but a day to live. I deeply regret it, for you appear to have qualities which, in time, would have made you a valuable citizen. You are cut off in youth, probably from the hopes of a fond parent.
Christine. [In agony.] Oh, no more—no more!
Officer. All the sympathy and indulgence which can be offered you shall be yours! Farewell.
[Exit Officers, Guards, &c.
Christine. At length 'tis concluded, and an ignominious death terminates my unmerited sufferings. Cruel father! and still more cruel Lenox! thus to have wounded the heart that loved you. Oh, what a situation is mine! separated from all I hold dear, sentenced to die, and in this disguise; to leave my poor father, and to know that death, alone, can tell my sad story. What's to be done? Discover all? No, no. Expose my weakness and folly—to see the false Lenox wedded to another, and I forced to accept the hand I loathe—to be pointed at for one who, lost to the delicacy of her sex, followed a perfidious lover in disguise, and, tortured by jealousy, enlisted, was mutinous, and sentenced to die; but who, to save a miserable life, avowed her situation, and recorded her disgrace at once? Never, never! let me die, and forever be forgotten—'tis but a blow, and it will end the pangs which torment me here. [Enter a Soldier, who beckons.] I am ready, lead the way.
[Exit.
Scene V. Another part of the Prison.
Enter the Jailor, driving Jerry before him.
Jailor. In, in, you mutinous dog! do you come here to breed a riot in our camp?