Sic semper tyrannis!
[The answer is a wail of women.]
A Second Voice
(Again a man’s; more calm and tragic.)
Now he belongs to the ages.
[Again the wail of women.]
Freedom
O Lincoln! Lincoln! Lincoln!
[With this, a shaft of light strikes the stair and shows Freedom bending over a bier upon which Lincoln lies dead.
A great cry of mourning rises from the crowd, both men and women.