OFFICER. I would offer you hope, but acts of mutiny, and when covering such suspicious motives as yours, cannot be pardoned. You have but a day to live. I deeply regret it, for you appear to have qualities which, in time, would have made you a valuable citizen. You are cut off in youth, probably from the hopes of a fond parent. CHRISTINE. [_In agony._] Oh, no more--no more! OFFICER. All the sympathy and indulgence which can be offered you shall be yours! Farewell. [_Exit OFFICERS, GUARDS, &c._ CHRISTINE. At length 'tis concluded, and an ignominious death terminates my unmerited sufferings. Cruel father! and still more cruel Lenox! thus to have wounded the heart that loved you. Oh, what a situation is mine! separated from all I hold dear, sentenced to die, and in this disguise; to leave my poor father, and to know that death, alone, can tell my sad story. What's to be done? Discover all? No, no. Expose my weakness and folly--to see the false Lenox wedded to another, and I forced to accept the hand I loathe--to be pointed at for one who, lost to the delicacy of her sex, followed a perfidious lover in disguise, and, tortured by jealousy, enlisted, was mutinous, and sentenced to die; but who, to save a miserable life, avowed her situation, and recorded her disgrace at once? Never, never! let me die, and forever be forgotten--'tis but a blow, and it will end the pangs which torment me here. [_Enter a SOLDIER, who beckons._] I am ready, lead the way. [_Exit._ SCENE V. _Another part of the Prison._ _Enter the JAILOR, driving JERRY before him._ JAILOR. In, in, you mutinous dog! do you come here to breed a riot in our camp? JERRY. Now, my dear good-natured jailor, only have pity on me, and I'll tell you all about it. JAILOR. I won't hear you--didn't you breed a riot? JERRY. Why no, it was not me. I am as innocent as a young lamb. I'll tell you how it was--come, sit down on this bench with me. [_They sit._] You must know that I'm a farmer, pretty well off, as a body mout say, and I wanted a wife; hard by our village, there lived an old soger with a pretty daughter, so I courted the old man for his daughter, and he consented to the match. JAILOR. Well? JERRY. And so I got together all my neighbours, and, with music, went to the old soger's to get my sweetheart, when, lo and behold! after all my trouble, she refused me plump. JAILOR. No, did she? JERRY. Ay, indeed; she didn't seem stricken with the proposal--and for fear her father would force her to marry me, egad, she run away. JAILOR. And where did she go?