as you saved him, I would do it, no matter how cruel the death
was.

RICHARD (holding her hand and smiling, but keeping her almost at
arm's length). I am very sure I shouldn't let you.

JUDITH. Don't you see that I can save you?

RICHARD. How? By changing clothes with me, eh?

JUDITH (disengaging her hand to touch his lips with it). Don't
(meaning "Don't jest"). No: by telling the Court who you really
are.

RICHARD (frowning). No use: they wouldn't spare me; and it would
spoil half of his chance of escaping. They are determined to cow
us by making an example of somebody on that gallows to-day. Well,
let us cow them by showing that we can stand by one another to
the death. That is the only force that can send Burgoyne back
across the Atlantic and make America a nation.

JUDITH (impatiently). Oh, what does all that matter?

RICHARD (laughing). True: what does it matter? what does anything
matter? You see, men have these strange notions, Mrs. Anderson;
and women see the folly of them.

JUDITH. Women have to lose those they love through them.

RICHARD. They can easily get fresh lovers.