_Then everything happens at once. The music crashes out a theme which terminates in a high tremolo. Pitcairn is seen to signal cease firing with his sword. The Minute Men break, all but Jonathan Parker who has been wounded by the volley of the second platoon and sinks to his knees trying to reload his gun. Jonathan Harrington, wounded, runs down stage left where his wife is cowering in the corner and there dies in her arms. Two of the Minute Men overpower Parker and drag him off. Robert Munroe, wounded, falls and dies beside the horse sheds. Solomon Brown, firing from the Buckman Tavern, is silenced by a volley fired toward the tavern and continues shooting from the trees. The three escape fighting from the Meeting House. The British clear the Common, bayonetting Jonas Parker as they go._ _Then it is over._] PITCAIRN We shall have further to go than Concord before this morning’s work is finished. Fall in! [_The music strikes into a dissonant march as the Britishers fall in._ _Pitcairn rides up the Concord Road. The lieutenants lead the platoon after him. The march comes to its end as the last Britisher disappears. The scene is left to a dying away of the march in the minor resolution and to Parson Clark and the seven dead._ _Parson Clark comes two or three paces forward._] CLARK “Then Samuel took a stone and set it between Mispeh and Shen, where the battle was fought, and called the name of it Ebenezer, saying: ‘Hitherto hath the Lord helped us!’” [_In frightened little groups, the people come back and gather about their dead._] Lexington has been allotted by providence to meet the first blow, to offer the first sacrifice. Thus far hath the Lord helped us. [_Parker comes forward quickly, but Clark stops him, lifting his hands to the heavens and crying out_:] “Not unto us, O Lord, not unto us, but unto thy name give glory!” [_Parker bows his head._] As to what is still before us, we do not anxiously inquire nor proudly prophesy. Our cause is just. PARKER They must come back from Concord. CLARK That is true. Carry the dead into God’s house. Blessed be the name of the Lord! [_He has shouted this last. The people begin to pick up the dead and to carry them toward the Meeting House whither Parker and Clark walk together. The music strikes into a march, as solemn and grand as any march can be and the Chorus sings_:] THE CHORUS O Lord, who wert our free-born fathers’ Guide, Judge us for our unalterable intent; Govern us, God, with Thy still government, Telling our fathers how their sons have died. [_Before the singing is done, all of the people have vanished within the Meeting House. When the stage is emptied, the Chronicler rises._] THE CHRONICLER The instant is delivered into time.