See--they scale the walls!
A moment lost, and they have gained the battlement.
_Shouting_.--PERCY _and_ Followers _leap upon the
battlement_.
_Percy_.--On! followers, on!--for Edward and for England!
_Henry_.--Have at thee, Percy, and thy followers, too!
For Freedom and for Scotland! On, Elliot! on!
Wipe out the morning's shame.
_Elliot_ [_aside_].--Have at thee, boy, for insult and
revenge!
[ELLIOT _strikes_ HENRY'S _sword from his hand_.
_Henry_.--Shame on thee, traitor! are we thus betrayed?
[Percy's Followers _make_ HENRY _prisoner_.
_Elliot_.--Thank Heaven! thank Heaven!--one then is in their grasp!
A truce, Lord Percy. See thy prisoner safe,
Ere his mad father sound a rescue--off!
Thou wouldst not draw thy sword upon a friend?
[SIR ALEXANDER, RICHARD, PROVOST RAMSAY, _and others, enter
hurriedly_.
_Sir Alex_.--Thanks, Elliot! thanks! You have done nobly!--thanks!
Where is your comrade?--speak--where is my son?
_Elliot_.--Would he had been less valiant--less brave!
_Sir Alex_.--What! is he dead, my good, my gallant boy?
Where is his body? show me--where? oh, where?
_Richard_.--Where is my brother? tell me how he fell?
_Elliot_.--Could I with my best blood have saved the youth,
Ye are all witnesses that I would have done it.
_Provost Ramsay_.
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