What fears assail me! Oh! I did not want
A letter now! [She reads in great agitation, exclaiming, while her eyes are fixed on the paper.]
My husband! doom'd to die! Retaliation!
[She looks forward with wildness, consternation and horror.
[Rushes out.
End of the Second Act.
ACT III.
Scene, the General's Quarters.
The General and Bland come forward.
General [papers in his hand].
Captain, you are noted here with honourable
Praises. Depend upon that countenance
From me, which you have prov'd yourself so richly
Meriting. Both for your father's virtues,
And your own, your country owes you honour—
The sole return the poor can make for service.
Bland.