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THE FALL OF THE ALAMO

Scene IV.

Santa Anna's tent in the Mexican Camp before the Alamo. Santa Anna seated in an arm-chair, while before him stand the Generals Cos and Castrillon and the Colonels Bradburn., Duque and Almonte.

Santa Anna.

[Rising.]

The auspices of fate, my Generals,
Were not propitious to our first exploit
On Texan soil, still I regret it not.
In every enterprise I have been wont
To sacrifice a share of mine to Fate
By reckless venture and impetuous force;
And I have found my work to turn out well,
As oft as Fate received my offering.
Why it is so, I self can hardly tell;
Maybe, that, flattered by my reverence,
(Akin to that of Grecian banquet-hosts
Who to the gods poured out their goblet's prime),
The fatal god grows reconciled to me;
Maybe, that like a savage animal
He feeds upon the booty thrown to him,
While free from his restraint and fickleness
Man's innate talent can work out its way—
Enough, to-day's discomfiture proclaims