He will not spare man, woman, child or babe,
Were he obliged to enter by assault.
Travis.
Imprisonment or death? Is that the choice?
We choose the latter. Bradburn, spare thy words.
Bradburn.
Of thee alone His Gracious Excellency
Will make exception, if thou yield to-night.
In appreciation of the gain of time
And the avoided blood which thy surrender
Confers on him, he will present to thee
An hazienda near the capital,
The finest, largest, best-tilled of the many
Which Mexico can boast of, and besides
A generous endowment paid in coin.
Will that not tempt thee, Travis.
Travis.
Thine words convey too plainly Satan's craft;
Though knave enough, thou lackest depth of cunning.
Bradburn.
But, Travis, list! if to that weighty scale
Of golden expectations, great rewards,
I self were yet to add the greatest prize—
My daughter's—Elsie's—hand, would that not move thee?
