_Malins_: General Lee is here, sir. _Grant_: Meade, will General Lee do me the honour of meeting me here? MEADE _salutes and goes_. Where the deuce is my hat, Malins? And sword. _Malins_: Here, sir. MALINS _gets them for him_. MEADE _and_ SONE _come in, and stand by the door at attention_. ROBERT LEE, _General-in-Chief of the Confederate forces, comes in, followed by one of his staff. The days of critical anxiety through which he has just lived have marked themselves on_ LEE'S _face, but his groomed and punctilious toilet contrasts pointedly with_ GRANT'S _unconsidered appearance. The two commanders face each other_. GRANT _salutes, and_ LEE _replies. Grant_: Sir, you have given me occasion to be proud of my opponent. _Lee_: I have not spared my strength. I acknowledge its defeat. _Grant_: You have come-- _Lee_: To ask upon what terms you will accept surrender. Yes. _Grant (taking the paper from the table and handing it to_ LEE): They are simple. I hope you will not find them ungenerous. _Lee (having read the terms_): You are magnanimous, sir. May I make one submission? _Grant_: It would be a privilege if I could consider it. _Lee_: You allow our officers to keep their horses. That is gracious. Our cavalry troopers' horses also are their own. _Grant_: I understand. They will be needed on the farms. It shall be done. _Lee_: I thank you. It will do much towards conciliating our people. I accept your terms. LEE _unbuckles his sword, and offers it to_ GRANT. _Grant_: No, no. I should have included that. It has but one rightful place. I beg you. LEE _replaces his sword_. GRANT _offers his hand and_ LEE _takes it. They salute, and_ LEE _turns to go_. THE CURTAIN FALLS. _The two Chroniclers_: A wind blows in the night, And the pride of the rose is gone. It laboured, and was delight, And rains fell, and shone Suns of the summer days, And dews washed the bud, And thanksgiving and praise Was the rose in our blood. And out of the night it came, A wind, and the rose fell, Shattered its heart of flame, And how shall June tell The glory that went with May? How shall the full year keep The beauty that ere its day Was blasted into sleep? Roses. Oh, heart of man: Courage, that in the prime Looked on truth, and began Conspiracies with time To flower upon the pain Of dark and envious earth.... A wind blows, and the brain Is the dust that was its birth. What shall the witness cry, He who has seen alone With imagination's eye The darkness overthrown? Hark: from the long eclipse The wise words come-- A wind blows, and the lips Of prophecy are dumb. SCENE VI. _The evening of April_ 14, 1865. _The small lounge of a theatre. On the far side are the doors of three private boxes. There is silence for a few moments. Then the sound of applause comes from the auditorium beyond. The box doors are opened. In the centre box can be seen_ LINCOLN _and_ STANTON, MRS. LINCOLN, _another lady, and an officer, talking together.