Had rushed aboard a crowded ferry-boat,
And held him through his plunges till he fell,
Subdued by pain. The boy for no reward,
But for the devil in him, did the thing.
But had he been a man, and sought reward,
Had he been banged about this rocking world
As I have, holding terror by the horns,
Could he not ask a pittance?--Leave me, friend.
I am exhausted, taking all the brunt
And getting kicks for pay. Nay, leave me, Sir,
The argument is over. Let me rest.

[_Sits down and tries to sleep._]

_Treason_. I'll watch beside thee.

_Father Hudson_. Can ye not calm him somewhat in his sleep?

_Leader of Men_. [_To_ Treason.] Will you not leave the man and let
him rest?

_Treason_. His sleep is mine. When waking let him rest.

_Father Hudson_. [_To_ Treason.] This is a cruel fate ye mete him out.

_Treason_. Be it your province to be merciful.

_Father Hudson_. When will ye leave the man, thou empty ghost?

_Treason_. When Treason in the flesh shall come to meet him.

_Both Choruses_. Surely it is a good thing for a hero to die in his
youth; for then is he perfect. The bark is not broken on the wand nor
the neck worn by the yoke.

Surely young men are better than old; and we praise them deservedly.
This man, a few years since, could endure reverse; but now he is broken
and worn away: his soul bows down; he cannot hold out longer.

It is a good thing when a young hero dies; for so is he safe. His
immortality is meted to him. O spare us a trial like this man's who is
on the brink of great misfortune.

_Arnold_. [_Starting up._] They have betrayed me! Who goes there?

[_Enter_ Joshua Smith. _Exit_ Treason.]

_Joshua Smith_. A friend!

_Arnold._ His name?

_Joshua Smith_. Joshua Smith. And yours?

_Arnold_. Arnold, my man. Good God! you startled me. I must have
slept. What news? Will Andre come?

_Joshua Smith_. He's just behind me.
All is as we planned.
The British sloop-of-war hangs in the tide.
The _Vulture_ brought him, and she waits for him
Not two miles to the south. I boarded her. With every point
Raised in your letters Andre is agreed;
And back of him, Sir Henry Clinton stands;
And back of _him_,--ye'll hear it now?--King George!
Packt, stamped upon, agreed, and understood,
The bargain's struck. Your hand, my Lord! Sir Benedict!
Lord Ruler Benedict, The Lord Protector of the Colonies,
And Duke of,