Washington, the man who made us; a ballad play . rs and starsOf the red and white and blue. So—Carry me back to Betsy, to Betsy,to Betsy,My heart thats lostTo Betsy Ross, 256 WASHINGTON [Act III With her glancety, dancety bars and starsOf the red and white and blue. [A deep gun resounds. During its reverberations, the blue curtainsclose.] THIRTEENTH ACTION Now, from within, the thunder has become a noise asof distant battle—far shouts of men mingledwith crashes and concussions. During this, the blue curtains part again half way,revealing a night scene—an Embrasure in a Bat-tery, behind which t
Washington, the man who made us; a ballad play . rs and starsOf the red and white and blue. So—Carry me back to Betsy, to Betsy,to Betsy,My heart thats lostTo Betsy Ross, 256 WASHINGTON [Act III With her glancety, dancety bars and starsOf the red and white and blue. [A deep gun resounds. During its reverberations, the blue curtainsclose.] THIRTEENTH ACTION Now, from within, the thunder has become a noise asof distant battle—far shouts of men mingledwith crashes and concussions. During this, the blue curtains part again half way,revealing a night scene—an Embrasure in a Bat-tery, behind which the background flickers withtorchlight and smoky fire. Outlined against this—half his height above a blackrampart—Washington stands, looking off,right. Near him, the flag with thirteen starsblows flame-like on a fierce wind. Lower down, head and shoulders visible—standsKnox: crouching lower in shadow—a ThirdOfficer. Occasionally, all three Figures stand out for an in-stant in stark light, shot by gleams from breakingrockets Act III] WASHINGTON 257 Through the battle noises their voices are heardspeaking, between pauses of dumb watching. KNOXYorktown is falling, General. Cornwallis iscaught by pinchers of fire: Hamilton there from theright, LaFayette from the left—hes nabbed betweenem; and the French fleet blocks his road to the sea. WASHINGTON[With tense calm.]My sons are fighting well. KNOX Rochambeaus men are yonder.—Theres the sec-ond rocket. Thats Hamiltons from his third will signal victory. THE THIRD OFFICER [Leaping up beside Washington.]For Gods sake, General, stand down! Youll bestruck here. This place is too perilous. WASHINGTON[Still looking off.]If you think so, Sir, you are at liberty to step back. KNOX [To the Officer, as he partly withdraws.]Dont worry. Bullets bark at him; they never bite. 258 WASHINGTON Act III] WASHINGTON [During a lull, tense and deeply.]Friend Knox—my sword itches.—How many yearshas it been? KNOX Six
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