Once more he's thrown revenge within my grasp;
And I will clutch it--clutch it firmly, too;
I _guard_ the breach! and with his son to assist me!
The Fates grow kind! The _breach!_ he said the _breach!_
And gave his son up to the power of Edward!

_Henry_.--Why stand ye musing there? _Here_ lies your
duty!

_Elliot_ [_aside_].--'Tis true! 'tis true! _my
duty_ DOES _lie there!_

_Henry_.--Follow me, Elliot. See--they scale the walls!
A moment lost, and they have gained the battlement.

_Shouting_.--PERCY _and_ Followers _leap upon the
battlement_.

_Percy_.--On! followers, on!--for Edward and for England!

_Henry_.--Have at thee, Percy, and thy followers, too!
For Freedom and for Scotland! On, Elliot! on!
Wipe out the morning's shame.

_Elliot_ [_aside_].--Have at thee, boy, for insult and
revenge!

[ELLIOT _strikes_ HENRY'S _sword from his hand_.

_Henry_.--Shame on thee, traitor! are we thus betrayed?