_Lincoln_: My friends, I am touched, deeply touched, by this mark of your good-will. After four dark and difficult years, we have achieved the great purpose for which we set out. General Lee's surrender to General Grant leaves but one Confederate force in the field, and the end is immediate and certain. _(Cheers_.) I have but little to say at this moment. I claim not to have controlled events, but confess plainly that events have controlled me. But as events have come before me, I have seen them always with one faith. We have preserved the American Union, and we have abolished a great wrong. _(Cheers_.) The task of reconciliation, of setting order where there is now confusion, of bringing about a settlement at once just and merciful, and of directing the life of a reunited country into prosperous channels of good-will and generosity, will demand all our wisdom, all our loyalty. It is the proudest hope of my life that I may be of some service in this work. _(Cheers_.) Whatever it may be, it can be but little in return for all the kindness and forbearance that I have received. With malice toward none, with charity for all, it is for us to resolve that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom; and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth. _There is a great sound of cheering. It dies down, and a boy passes through the lounge and calls out_ "Last act, ladies and gentlemen." _The people disperse, and the box doors are closed_. SUSAN _is left alone and there is silence_. _After a few moments_, BOOTH _appears. He watches_ SUSAN _and sees that her gaze is fixed away from him. He creeps along to the centre box and disengages a hand from under his cloak. It holds a revolver. Poising himself, he opens the door with a swift movement, fires, flings the door to again, and rushes away. The door is thrown open again, and the_ OFFICER _follows in pursuit. Inside the box_, MRS. LINCOLN _is kneeling by her husband, who is supported by_ STANTON. A DOCTOR _runs across the lounge and goes into the box. There is complete silence in the theatre. The door closes again. Susan (who has run to the box door, and is kneeling there, sobbing_): Master, master! No, no, not my master! _The other box doors have opened, and the occupants with others have collected in little terror-struck groups in the lounge. Then the centre door opens, and_ STANTON _comes out, closing it behind him. _Stanton_: Now he belongs to the ages. THE CHRONICLERS _speak._ _First Chronicler_: Events go by. And upon circumstance Disaster strikes with the blind sweep of chance. And this our mimic action was a theme, Kinsmen, as life is, clouded as a dream. _Second Chronicler_: But, as we spoke, presiding everywhere Upon event was one man's character. And that endures; it is the token sent Always to man for man's own government. THE CURTAIN FALLS. THE END