M'Donald.
O, Bland! my countryman, surely I know thee!
General.
'T is short: I will put form aside, and read it.
[Reads.] "Excuse me, my Commander, for having a moment doubted your virtue: but you love me. If you waver, let this confirm you. My wife and children, to you and my country. Do your duty." Report this to your General.
British Officer.
I shall, sir.
[Bows, and exit with American Officer.
General.
O, Bland! my countryman!