had not seen my father's white hairs amid yon
accursed red coats. I parried a stroke from him that
must have jarred the old man's arm.

[_Falls back exhausted._]

_Will._ An' this be not a lesson! I have no father
that is a malignant, and could therefore only undergo
simple murder. However, [_touching the hilt of his
sword_] rest thou there! in Mercy's hallowed name--nay
more, as rashness is animal, so a due timidity
is soul, which is mind, and I have a great mind to
run away, and mind being soul, I think I have a
greater soul than Alexander.

[_A loud discharge of cannon, L._]

Now if it were not for that, this foolish brute, my
body, might rush off in that direction, but it don't,
for a great mind prevents it, therefore--

[_Stage more dark. He runs off in an opposite
direction to the shot, R. More wounded enter
and fall down, U.E.L._]

_Enter an Old Man in the King's uniform, of red coats, L._

_Old Man._ I thought the day was ours. The headlong Rupert
Swept all before him, like the wind that bends
The thin and unkind corn, his men were numb