Will be renewed and rigidly enforced.
This is my plan, long nursed and now matured;
It is for you to act accordingly.
Scene V.
Enters Castrillon, leading James Travis, who looks pale and exhausted, and whose head is bandaged.
Santa Anna.
Is that thy captive, say? A beardless boy?
That is indeed quite ludicrous. I fain
Would know if all insurgents are mere boys.
J. Travis.
What if they were? They made your bearded men
Retreat this morn in quite a lively style.
Cos.
Boy, knowest thou before whom thou standest here?
J. Travis.
I never saw his face, still every trait
His blood-shot eye, his lips so firmly set.
His savage grin, his hollow cheeks,—they all
Proclaim to me: I stand before "The Butcher."
Santa Anna.
Here, gentlemen, you can behold anew
The fruit of Anglo-Saxon discipline:
Gross impudence and wanton disrespect.
