Elliot [aside].—'Tis true! 'tis true! my duty DOES lie there!
Henry.—Follow me, Elliot. See—they scale the walls! A moment lost, and they have gained the battlement.
Shouting.—PERCY and Followers leap upon the battlement.
Percy.—On! followers, on!—for Edward and for England!
Henry.—Have at thee, Percy, and thy followers, too! For Freedom and for Scotland! On, Elliot! on! Wipe out the morning's shame.
Elliot [aside].—Have at thee, boy, for insult and revenge!
[ELLIOT strikes HENRY'S sword from his hand.
Henry.—Shame on thee, traitor! are we thus betrayed?
[Percy's Followers make HENRY prisoner.
Elliot.—Thank Heaven! thank Heaven!—one then is in their grasp!
A truce, Lord Percy. See thy prisoner safe,
Ere his mad father sound a rescue—off!
Thou wouldst not draw thy sword upon a friend?