 | [The conquest of Canada, or, the siege of Quebec] |  |
SCENE III.
Manent Ochterlony and Peyton.Ochterlony.
Oh, my dear Friend, e'er 'tis too late, be gone.
Peyton, persuade me not, for I am fixt as fate!
Watchful and fierce, as is the dragon said
To stand, and guard the bright hesperian tree;
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Perhaps some foe of manly sentiment,
By Providence directed, may approach;
At least, before I die, amongst the scalpers
I'll spread a gloomy scene of slaughter, and
Fall with thee amidst a glorious ruin!
[An Indian yell, Ochterlony attempts to rise, and Peyton begins to load his fusee; the scene closes in the mean time.
| [The conquest of Canada, or, the siege of Quebec] | |