squirm last, I ask ye?
[_To_ Smith.] Safe, you say?
You saw him with the British?

_Smith_. Not quite so;
But at their outposts.

_Arnold_. It will take a day
Before I can believe it. I am drunk
With the intoxication of revenge,
Sweeter than wine. A day of jubilee
Shall follow all our torments, Joshua Smith.
Out on ye, pack of curs! I have ye now,
Where ye'll not yelp so freely.--Ha, ha, ha--
Ha, ha, ha, ha!--And God I thank thee, too.
Justice is in the world.
Help me to the fortress. Mercy, how it pains!
Justice! Revenge! And, Joshua,--what a joke!

[_Exeunt_ Arnold _and_ Smith.]

_Father Hudson_. My heart is moved with sorrow: the sins of men enter
into me and I am constrained. Why was this man chosen for suffering;
and what balm is there for his seed?

_Both Choruses_. Fear God and seek not thine own advantage. Pluck not
the grape thyself; for who knows whether it be intended for thee?

I will weep freely and lift up my voice for the sorrows of men. There
is none that shall comfort me.

Come, Father, let us weep together and add our tears to thy streams;
for so only can the medicine of this grief flow down to the children of
men.

INTERMEZZO

_Father Hudson_. Is it finished?

_Leader of Men_. No; it is begun.

_Father Hudson_. His pain enters into me. I must endure these things.
Woe is me that ever I was born of the brooks or received by the
meadows! The pains of new birth get hold on me, and I see that life is
sorrow. Why could ye not let me alone, ye pangs of knowledge; or go by
on the other side, ye piercings of understanding? Must I be bound up
forever with sin, and feel the hand of unevenness on my loins?

_Both Choruses_. So it is with all creatures of a deep spirit. They
are caught with the net; they are frozen in the ice of God; they are
very helpless, and cry for relief day and night.

Accept thy pains, for they are good. Reason not against fate but lay
down thy will in earnest.

_Father Hudson_. Will the man come again?

_Leader of Men_. Once more shalt thou see him, and remember him
forever. Lo, now he comes as the wounded lion, as the tiger bereft of
his prey and wounded by the hunter. [_Enter_ Arnold, _a pistol in one
hand, a letter clutched in the other. During this speech he crosses
the stage._] His plot has failed and his iniquity is as a broken toy.
Wrecked is all his