diers; and the sergeant, Brudenell, and the English troops march
off defiantly to their quarters. The townsfolk press in behind, and
follow them up the market, jeering at them; and the town band, a very
primitive affair, brings up the rear, playing Yankee Doodle. Essie, who
comes in with them, runs to Richard.

ESSIE. Oh, Dick!

RICHARD (good-humoredly, but wilfully). Now, now: come, come! I don't
mind being hanged; but I will not be cried over.

ESSIE. No, I promise. I'll be good. (She tries to restrain her tears,
but cannot.) I--I want to see where the soldiers are going to. (She
goes a little way up the market, pretending to look after the crowd.)

JUDITH. Promise me you will never tell him.

RICHARD. Don't be afraid.

They shake hands on it.

ESSIE (calling to them). They're coming back. They want you.

Jubilation in the market. The townsfolk surge back again in wild
enthusiasm with their band, and hoist Richard on their shoulders,
cheering him.

CURTAIN.

NOTES TO THE DEVIL'S DISCIPLE

BURGOYNE

General John Burgoyne, who is presented in this play for the first time
(as far as I am aware) on the English stage, is not a conventional
stage soldier, but as faithful a portrait as it is in the nature of
stage portraits to be. His objection to profane swearing is not
borrowed from Mr. Gilbert's H. M. S. Pinafore: it is taken from the
Code of Instructions drawn up by himself for his officers when he
introduced Light Horse into the English army. His opinion that English
soldiers should be treated as thinking beings was no doubt as unwelcome
to the military authorities of his time, when nothing was thought of
ordering a soldier a thousand lashes, as it will be to those modern
victims of the flagellation neurosis who are so anxious to revive that
discredited sport. His military reports are very clever as criticisms,
and are humane and enlightened within certain aristocratic limits, best
illustrated perhaps by his declaration, which now sounds so curious,
that he should blush to ask for promotion on any other ground than that
of family influence. As a parliamentary candidate, Burgoyne took our
common expression "fighting an election" so very literally that he led
his supporters to the poll at Preston in 1768 with a loaded pistol in
each hand, and won the seat, though he was fined 1,000 pounds, and
denounced by Junius, for the pistols.

It is only within quite recent years that any general recognition has