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THE FALL OF THE ALAMO

Bradburn.

[Calmly.]

That charge is false. What judge has signed the warrant?

Santa Anna.

That charge is true: thy lips, thy words refute
The protestations of thy innocence.

[With scornful mockery.]


It pains me deeply to behold a schemer
Of thy perfection overmatched, but then:
A novice will at times outwit a master.

Bradburn.

[Defiantly.]

Now, tyrant! I discern thy perfidy,
Thy tiger-heart, that prompted thee to have
Thy game with me, whom long ago thou hadst
Marked out for victim of thy cruelty.
Well I deserve my fate, for I was warned.

{{center|Santa Anna.

[As above.]

<poem>Thou seest that now; we, too, though long ago, Saw through thy mask, saw thy designs at treason, Saw every step of thine.

[Stepping close before Bradburn, with a sneer.]

Who saw the best?