order, then form the line
two deep; CHRISTINE is in front on the right, and keeps her eye fixed
anxiously on LENOX; drum beats the roll; the troops come to an order,
and then proceed through the manual by the tap of drum, and finally to a
present; the GENERAL, LENOX, and other officers advance, and pass
through the line in review; the flags wave, and the band strikes up
"Hail Columbia."_]

GENERAL. Well--everything is right. And now, soldiers, to your posts;
remember, discipline, subordination, courage, and country, and victory
will be ours. [_GENERAL, LENOX and ADELA, enter the tent to the left.
The troops march off. CHRISTINE and a SOLDIER, headed by a CORPORAL,
return to relieve guard at each tent. Port arms and whisper the
countersign. CHRISTINE is placed before the tent on the right, her
comrade on the left. CORPORAL retires with the two relieved sentries.
After a pause, she beckons to her comrade._]

CHRISTINE. Hist--comrade!

SOLDIER. Well, what is it?

CHRISTINE. Will you exchange places? There is no difference--and the sun
will be too powerful for me presently. Look, here is a dollar.

SOLDIER. With all my heart. [_They cross quickly, the SOLDIER receives
the money--CHRISTINE now paces before the tent into which LENOX, ADELA
and the GENERAL have retired._]

CHRISTINE. Could I but see the false, perfidious LENOX, and upbraid him
with his cruelty! [_She is in great uneasiness, pauses occasionally, and
looks into the tent--her comrade is watching her. LENOX sings within._]

Shall the pleasures of life unknown fade away,
In viewing those charms so lovely and gay?
Shall the heart which has breath'd forth rapturous flame,
Be hid from the world and unsought for by fame?

Thus spoke the fond Roscoe to Scylla the fair,
As he gaz'd on her charms, with a love-soothing care:
Hear now the last wish, that fondly I sigh,
I'll conquer in love, or in battle I'll die.

He girded his armour and flew to the field,
Determin'd while life flow'd never to yield;
The foe was subdued, but death's cruel dart
Was aim'd at the valiant and fond Roscoe's heart:

But the blow was defeated--he lived to enjoy
The sight of his Scylla, no longer so coy,
And his laurels fresh bloom'd, as she smil'd on the youth,
And gave her fair hand in reward for his truth.

CHRISTINE. Ha, that false voice! I can no longer bear it! [_Throws down
her gun, and is about entering the ten