the gate.

ANDERSON (exhaling a deep breath of relief, and dabbing his
perspiring brow with his handkerchief). Thank God, I was in time!

BURGOYNE (calm as ever, and still watch in hand). Ample time,
sir. Plenty of time. I should never dream of hanging any
gentleman by an American clock. (He puts up his watch.)

ANDERSON. Yes: we are some minutes ahead of you already, General.
Now tell them to take the rope from the neck of that American
citizen.

BURGOYNE (to the executioner in the cart--very politely). Kindly
undo Mr. Dudgeon.

The executioner takes the rope from Richard's neck, unties has
hands, and helps him on with his coat.

JUDITH (stealing timidly to Anderson). Tony.

ANDERSON (putting his arm round her shoulders and bantering her
affectionately). Well what do you think of you husband, NOW,
eh?--eh??--eh???

JUDITH. I am ashamed-- (She hides her face against his breast.)

BURGOYNE (to Swindon). You look disappointed, Major Swindon.

SWINDON. You look defeated, General Burgoyne.