Officer.
This moment, sir, a messenger arrived
With well confirm'd and mournful information,
That gallant Hastings, by the lawless scouts
Of Britain taken, after cruel mockery
With shew of trial and condemnation,
On the next tree was hung.
Honora [wildly].
Oh, it is false!
General.
Why, why, my country, did I hesitate?
[Exit.
[Honora sinks, faints, and is borne off by Seward and Officer.
Scene, the Prison.
André meeting Bland.