Fitzgibbon. Now, then, for action. I need not say,
Men, do your duty. The hearts that sprung
To follow Nelson; Brock; have never failed.
I'm proud, my men, to be your leader now.
SCENE 2.—Morning twilight. A little wayside tavern at a cross-road.
Enter FITZGIBBON, reconnoitring.
Fitzgibbon. They must be pretty near by this time,
If they are come at all.
(Two American soldiers of the advanced guard rush out of the tavern and present their rifles. FITZGIBBON springs on them, and, seizing each man's weapon, crosses them in front of himself.)
Not yet, my friends.
[They struggle, and one of the Americans draws FITZGIBBON'S sword and is about to plunge it in his shoulder.
Enter a woman, the tavern-keeper.
Woman. Ye Yankee rogue! ye coward!