[_As Freedom entered the crowd, the light about her seemed to invest it with a very wonderful splendor. During the prayer, however, and at the end, only Freedom and the Parson are visible. Then the light goes entirely, the hymn dies out and the crowd disperses in the darkness._ _Then the light glows upon the two Spokesmen and they begin to speak again. This time dim music accompanies their words ... spoken once to the House of Commons by Edmund Burke._] THE FIRST SPOKESMAN A government against which a claim of freedom is tantamount to high treason is a government to which submission is equivalent to slavery. THE SECOND SPOKESMAN The people of the colonies are the descendants of Englishmen and therefore love liberty according to English ideas and on English principles. THE FIRST SPOKESMAN Men may be as sorely touched and as deeply grieved in their privileges as in their purses; men may lose little in property by the act which takes away all their freedom. THE SECOND SPOKESMAN To prove that Americans ought not to be free we are obliged to depreciate the value of freedom itself. THE FIRST SPOKESMAN “An Englishman is the unfittest person on earth to argue another Englishman into slavery.” THE SECOND SPOKESMAN “A great empire and little minds go ill together.” THE FIRST SPOKESMAN “We stand where we have an immense view of what is and what is past.” THE SECOND SPOKESMAN “Clouds, indeed, and darkness rest upon the future.” [_The music ends in another roll of drums. The Chronicler rises._] THE CHRONICLER The alarm is toward. The night of watching commences. [_He sits again. The Belfry tolls midnight. Through the darkness a voice is heard calling the roll of the Lexington Company. It is Sergeant William Munroe._] MUNROE (_Each man answering “Here!” as his name is pronounced._) Isaac Blodgett ... Ebenezer Bowman ... Francis Bowman ... John Bridge ... Joseph Bridge ... James Brown ... John Brown ... Solomon Brown ... John Buckman ... Eli Burdoo ... [_The light of very early morning shows the Company drawn up diagonally across the scene in attitudes of attention. Captain John Parker stands in thought a little apart. Parson Clark looks down upon the people from the Meeting House. The men and women of the town hover on the outskirts of the scene._ _The kettledrums drown the Sergeant’s voice. Music bursts forth, a crashing theme which can be divided by the demands of the subsequent dialogue and by rolling of the kettledrums._ _The greatest possible amount of light blazes upon the Meeting House door. Thence, like a comet, Freedom comes. She is robed now in a cloak of flame and a scarlet cap of liberty crowns her. Perhaps the drums continue, perhaps the theme of triumph modulates softly beneath her shouted words._] FREEDOM Huzza! THE MINUTE MEN (_Statues, all._) Huzza! FREEDOM Answer, Mankind! A VAST SHOUT OUT OF THE DEPTHS OF THE HILLS Huzza! FREEDOM