Now go--go--quickly. (She clings to his hand--will not be put off
with so cold a last farewell--at last, as he tries to disengage
himself, throws herself on his breast in agony.)

SWINDON (angrily to the sergeant, who, alarmed at Judith's
movement, has come from the back of the square to pull her back,
and stopped irresolutely on finding that he is too late). How is
this? Why is she inside the lines?

SERGEANT (guiltily). I dunno, sir. She's that artful can't keep
her away.

BURGOYNE. You were bribed.

SERGEANT (protesting). No, Sir--

SWINDON (severely). Fall back. (He obeys.)

RICHARD (imploringly to those around him, and finally to
Burgoyne, as the least stolid of them). Take her away. Do you
think I want a woman near me now?

BURGOYNE (going to Judith and taking her hand). Here, madam: you
had better keep inside the lines; but stand here behind us; and
don't look.

Richard, with a great sobbing sigh of relief as she releases him
and turns to Burgoyne, flies for refuge to the cart and mounts
into it. The executioner takes off his coat and pinions him.