THE BATTLE OF SAN JACINTO.
An open field near Vince's Bridge, on the grounds where afterwards the Battle of San Jacinto took place. Enters Bradburn, haggard, in ragged clothing, bearing on his arms and ankles iron rings, from which the chains have been filed off.
I have escaped! am free from chains at last;
For days and weeks I patiently have borne
Taunts from the lips and tortures from the hands
Of Santa Anna and his servile knaves.
Each of their victories brought me sneers and insults,
Each of their bloodsheds added wounds to mine;
But well I have remembered every item
Of—despot!—thy indebtedness to me,
And quietly nursed my wrath, till on one day
With interest thousandfold thou shalt repay:
[With impassionate voice.]
Tyrant! that day has come; the hour has struck
That will blot out thy pride, thy fame, thy luck.
[Continuing more quietly.]