Young Seton

My friends, farewell! as thus I kiss you all. [SETON embraces the Boys, who shed tears, interrupted with sobs of joy, at being so unexpectedly delivered, except ALAN, who looks melancholy, and takes SETON by the hand. Since this cruel man will hearken not to me, Alan, I pray thee, give this lock of hair To my poor mother; tell her that I died As her son ought to die. This silver bell Give to my sister Margaret for her falcon; [The Jailer, unseen by SETON, takes it from ALAN. And tell my father to be comforted Since we will meet in Heaven.—(Kneels.) Almighty God! Receive my sinful soul. [Then looks up unconcernedly into the face of the Executioner, and exclaims, Sir, I am ready,— Now God for Scotland, David, and Saint Andrew!

[A shout is heard without. “A rescue! a rescue!” while the curtain falls.