the sky on the day of battle, bringing victory.

No one had seen his like before; nor since him has one like him come.
To his country he gave the column of his strength. In her need he
sustained her. He planted her high. His name became bulwark: many
times gave he his strength. Yea, his life also grudged he not.

_Father Hudson_. Would he had died in his glory, would he had been
struck down and died long ago! So had he been spared this humiliation.
On my shores he belongs: the memory of his infamy and of his fame
covers me: Saratoga knew him, and West Point acknowledges him. No tomb
shall he have; yet shall the hills remember him. His glory is eaten up
in shame; and yet shall mercy say her word. See, he begins again.
What new anguish will he reveal?

Arnold. [_He has now recovered his composure._]
Where are the boys? If death be soon to come
I'd gladly see them. Is it not most strange
That one possessing nothing to bequeath
Of all those things men covet for their sons,
Should have so many? For what rank or name,
Honor or fatherland, or worldly goods,
All that men sweat for,--have I here to leave?
Country I've none. My land was over there
Where my first honors sprouted. And my boys
Are foreigners,--young Englishmen--brought up
Upon King George's bounty. When he bought
My loyalty he took my children, too.
Ben, he is dead, my eldest,--he was killed
In the West Indies, fighting for the King.
Sir Grenville Temple brought me back his sword.
(God bless him for it!) Send and fetch down Ben's sword.

[Mrs. Arnold _rings. Enter servant. She speaks to servant in
dumb-show. Exit servant._]

Richard and Henry, your two foster sons,
Settled in Canada on royal grants.
And our four sons,--your Edward, Robert, George
And little William,--are all pensioners,
Assisted servants of the English crown.
Where are they? I must see them. It is strange
That I, remembering them, can yet not think
Quite plainly where they are.

_Mrs. Arnold_. My dearest Lord
There's fever in your cheek. The day's distress
Has worked some downfall to your shattered brain,
You're very sick.--

_Arnold_. The boys, I asked about--
Are they away, or here?

_Mrs. Arnold_. The elder three
At school and college, and our little Will
Just home from school.

_Arnold_. I pray you let him come;
My blessings on them all must fall thr