_Leader of Women_. Foolish god that must await the baptism of humanity! _Leader of Men_. Father! these things must be: therefore endure. Lo, thy old trees are as grass; thy ancient summits as fresh ant-hills. Chaldea sends thee this message, father; Egypt salutes thee; Greece sends thee this song; a song of tribulation. For there is no short cut to Antiquity: therefore endure. _Father Hudson_. Woe, woe, woe is me! _Leader of Men_. Untutored God! Mind ragged as thy hills, thou must accept the refining pain. _Father Hudson_. Woe, woe, woe is me! _Leader of Women_. Peace, Father! Do not whine. Because thou hast been spared thou art soft-minded. Because thou wast spared thou art a child. _Leader of Men_. When thy hills shall have been steeped for a thousand years in history, then thou wilt be patient. _Leader of Women_. What thou feelest is not the axe nor the fire-brand, but the Spirit of Man moving in thy demesnes. _Leader of Men_. Lo, where it comes! Lo, where the shadow falls! [_Enter_ Benedict Arnold. _He is in the Uniform of an American General. He limps._] _Both Choruses_. A light thing is man and his suffering very little. If he can but endure for a short time, death saves him. Lo, his release cometh and his happiness is long. Fame forever follows in the steps of the just man: an unending life springs up behind him. Children follow him: a good father's life is a lamp that burns in the heart of the son. How short is the struggle of the greatest hero, and how long his fame! Save me from pride and from the expectation of praise from men.