[Exit General.
Lenox. Now to my dear Christine, to receive from her the reward which I hope I have fairly earned, and seek with her the joys of tranquillity and love.
Enter a Soldier.
Soldier. Towards the conclusion of the battle we made two Indian warriors prisoners, who were fighting desperately; we have them with us.
Lenox. Bring them in; I will examine them, touching the number and force of their tribe. [Exit Soldier, who returns with Pendragon and LaRole, with a file of men; both are painted and dressed as Indians; Pendragon preserves his opera-glass, and LaRole his snuff-box.]
Pendragon. What are we brought here for, fellow?
Lenox. Warriors, the fate of battle has placed you in our power; yet fear nothing, we shall treat you like men and soldiers. Deeply do we regret to see you take up arms against us, instigated by foreign influence, and bribed by foreign gold. How numerous is your tribe?
Pendragon. Why what the devil, sir, do you take us for Choctaws? Can't you tell a man of fashion in masquerade?
Lenox. Who and what are you?
Pendragon. I am the honourable Captain Pendragon, of his Majesty's Coldstream guards.