my figure, split me! LaRole, take notice.

LAROLE. Oh, you are de littel devil among de ladies.

[_Exeunt._

SCENE II. _A Prison._

_CHRISTINE seated on a bench; her appearance betrays grief and despair._

CHRISTINE. At length the weary night has passed away, and day dawns, but
brings no joy or comfort to my aching heart. Alas! alas! Christine,
where are all the bright visions thy fond fancy painted? where is that
content and love which gleamed through the casement of our cottage, when
my dear father smiled on his child, and entwined around her his
protecting arms: when the false Lenox, too, with honeyed lips, and tones
soft as zephyrs, vow'd eternal love? Let me not think of them, or I
shall go mad. Oh, what a contrast! pent up in a vile prison, and in
disguise! condemned to die, and perishing unknown and unprotected. On
the one side, my grave yawns for me; and on the other, a false lover,
and a cruel father, drive me to despair. My brain is on fire! [_Hurries
about with rapid strides. Music loud and violent._] Ha! what is this?
[_Tears the miniature from around her neck._] Lenox, these are thy
features! thy mild looks beam hope and joy upon me. [_Kisses it._] Could
such a face be false? Away with it! even now he weds another. [_Throws
the miniature indignantly from her._] So, 'tis gone, and I am left alone
in darkness and despair. [_She stands transfixed with grief--muffled
drum rolls--she starts._] Ha! they come for me! Be firm, my heart!

_Enter an OFFICER and a file of SOLDIERS._

OFFICER. Young man, your hour has arrived; the detachment waits without
to receive you.

CHRISTINE. [_Faintly._] I am ready.

OFFICER. Can I serve you in any manner? Is there no letter--no
remembrance that you would wish sent to father or friend?

CHRISTINE. Oh, forbear!

SOLDIER. [_Picking up the miniature._] See, sir, here is a miniature.

OFFICER. [_Examining it._] By Heavens, they are the features of Captain
Lenox! How came you by this? What! a thief too? 'Tis well your career is
cut short.

CHRISTINE. Oh no, no! Give it me, I implore you; 'tis mine.

OFFICER. I shall restore it to the rightful owner. Come, we wait.

CHRISTINE. Lead on. A few fleeting moments, and all my troubles will be
at an end.

[_Exeunt._

SCENE III. _Before the Tent._

_Enter GENERAL, SOLDIERS, &c., with papers._

GE