heir pride,--
O intimate undoing! In what form walkest thou here?
_Treason_. [_Without._] Who calls?
_Leader of Men_. One who knows thee well enough: thou need'st not hide.
[_Enter_ Treason.]
_Leader of Men_. [_To_ Father Hudson.]
Behold the unsleeping fiend that lives in him!
His name is Treason.
_Treason_. Art thou there, Benedict?
_Arnold_. [_Aside._] Why not? 'Tis Fame,
Reward, wealth, power, revenge and simple justice
All at a clap. They'll make a Lord of me,--
Pacificator of the Colonies,--
Restorer of an erring people's love
To their forgiving Sovereign. At a clap!
The key to all of this is in my hand,--
West Point; and in my other hand,
Sir Henry's promises,--money in sums,
To weigh the unweighed treasures I have sunk
For these damned ingrates.
_Treason_. Art thou there, Benedict?
_Arnold_. [_Still aside._] They took my all,
Engulfed my freely-given wealth, paid out
For their salvation; now they count the cost,
File my accounts and give me promises,--
Hopes for next year. Twas not in coin like that
I paid at Saratoga!
_Treason_. Benedict!
_Arnold._ Who art thou, spirit of the inner world?
I cannot see thee.
_Treason_. And yet you called me.
_Arnold_. No, I called thee not. I called to mind
My bullet-shattered thigh, and the hot thirst
Of fever. Did not Washington himself
Send me the sword-knots he received from France,
And Congress vote a horse caparisoned
To bear me proudly?
_Treason_. Ay; they kept back that
Which all out-weighed the rest.
_Arnold_. My rank!
My rank!
Five brigadiers promoted over me!
_Treason_. They paid with compliment.
_Arnold_. A soldier's rank
Is, as his guiding genius in the sky,
A holy thing. That rank which I had earned
They gave to striplings.
_Treason_. Pay them well for it!
_Arnold_. Leave me: I do desire to be alone.
_Treason_. Without me, Arnold, thou art not alone.
I am beside thee till thy dying breath:
When Treason leaves, he hands thee unto Death.
_Arnold_. It is not treason to preserve one's life
Among wild beasts; nor treason to demand
The reasonable payment of a debt;
Nor treason for the savior of a land--
Listen:--There was a stripling in the town
Where I was born; and this rash vigorous boy
Seized by the nose a bull, that in a fright
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