Enter Crombe followed by a crowd bearing blankets for banners, and armed with staves, etc. Crombe. I rode all night to strike a blow to-day: The noblest lady living bade me go: Her kiss is on my lips and in my soul. Come after me--yea, with your naked hands, And conquer weapons! [They go out, shouting. SCENE VI.--The Field of Bannockburn. The Scotch Reserve. To them enter Bruce. Bruce. Most noble souls who wait so patiently! Your splendid faith is in the air about you; Your steady eyes shine like a galaxy; Your presence comforts me: pressed in the fight, The thought of you, like balm upon a wound, Softened the thriftless aching of my heart. The English waver; on the hill behind Our followers fright them, marching in array Bannered and armed, a legion out of heaven. The tide of battle turns, and victory Needs only you to launch it bravely forth. Now--I would bid you think, but that the thought Eludes me, like a homely, old-known song, Wreathing in fitful gusts beyond the sense-- Now will the lofty keystone of our life Be pitched in heaven for ever. We have dreamt Our prayers into fulfilment many a time: to-day we wrestle, and the victory's ours: And yet I feel so scantly what it means That I'm ashamed. Enough: I know you all.-- Now for our homes, our children, and our wives, For freedom, for our land, for victory! And cry our old cry, Carrick! Soldiers. Carrick and victory! [They go out. SMITH: A TRAGIC FARCE (Crieff, 1886) PERSONS Smith. Hallowes. Graham. Brown. Jones. Robinson. Two Men-servants. Magdalen. Topsy. Scene: London and Garth. Time: The Present. SMITH ACT I SCENE.--A Room in a Public-House. Glasses on the table. Brown is discovered talking excitedly; Jones, attempting to interrupt him; and Robinson, in a corner with a newspaper.