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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?
