(Almost a whisper.)
These dead....
The Chorus
(Off stage, an echo of the burial song.)
God, tell our fathers how their sons have died!
The Chronicler
The story of the American Freedom is begun.
[The singing subsides and Freedom turns again, lifting her right arm in a supreme gesture of command. Thereupon light blazes over the first Spokesman and the clarion words of Patrick Henry break from his lips.]
The First Spokesman
Appeal to arms and to the God of Hosts! There is no peace! Our brethren are already in the field!