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Michael Bonham; or, The Fall of Bexar. A Tale of Texas >> Part V — Scene IX >> Page 33

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Drama | John R. Thompson | 1852
Transcription Michael Bonham ; or, the Fall of Bexar.

Pedro. I am ready. 'Tis my weapon
And not my will that fails me. If I perish,
Know that in death I hate thee still, as now,
While living, I defy thee.
Bonham. This sounds well.
Stout manhood somewhat qualifies the shame
That stamps the villain's brow. Yon tree, Olivia
Will shield you from the sight of bloody strife—The man who dreads not foes his crimes have made Is not unworthy of them. Sob not thus
thou would'st not unman me, dear Olivia,
And make my heart as tender as thine own.
(To Pedro) Art ready. Fix thy foot upon the turf, Thou soon shalt sleep on. Look thy last to heaven, Thou soon shalt face for judgment. To thy prayers As well as weapon. Now say.
Pedro. Point.
Bonham. Guard
And now good sword be true,—good arm be strong, Good eye be vigilant, and heaven be good.
[They fight. The sword of Bonham snaps suddenly.] Pedro. Ha! Ha! 'Tis mine. The day is mine.
Olivia., [rushes out from tree.] Spare him. Oh! spare. Pedro. Death.
[Thrusts vengefully—Bonham parries with left arm, closes—draws bowie knife and stabs Pedro to the heart.]
Bonham. Ay, death, but 'tis to thee
Fool ! did'st thou think
My life was placed on worthless steel like that.
Pedro, [fails.] Hell's curse upon thee. Thou hast won the game
At mine own color—the red. Help, ere I fall. [Dies.] Bonham. From this spot, Olivia.
Olivia. Thou art hurt.
Bonham. A scratch.
Thou safe and in these arms, 1 feel no hurts
Let us away. Look not upon this sight,
'Twas needful for my safety as for thine
We're victors now. I will recall my soldiers,
Then bear thee to thy father.
Olivia, [sounds bugle.] He is safe.
Bonham. [To Texans who reenter.] As thou could'st wish him.
Take up the body,
See it well bestowed,
With honorable burial. Follow me.
[Scene closes.


SCENE IX.

A court in the Alamo. Crockett and Sparrow meeting.

Crockett. The very bird I have been looking for, the smallest of birds, and the most pert. Sparrow, I've a message for you. You are wanted.
Sparrow. Where! For what! Is a man never to have rest. Is he always to be marching and fighting, without rhyme or reason, song or supper.
Crockett. Ah! there I have you. I can put you in the best of humors by a single word. You are bidden to the supper.
Sparrow. I'll come ! What's for supper?
Crockett. You do not ask who gives it?
Sparrow. I do not care. There are only two parties to a supper. The man that eats and the thing that is eaten. I am willing to be the one, and I've done all that is decent and civil in asking after the other.
Crockett. Well, it will be a rare supper.

Sparrow. That'll please me. I'm rather an English-man in that respect. I can't bare your done meats. No, the blood nicely trickling still from under the brown edges, and I am pacified. A rare supper for me always.
Crockett. Bonham gives it, and the governor has a hand in it ; so it ought to be good.
Sparrow. Why the devil should the governor have a hand in it before any body else?
Crockett. Good reason. It's his daughter's wedding supper.
Sparrow. Ho! Ho! I see. Bonham's to marry her. Well, he's a good fellow. I'm sorry for him.
Crockett. Why sorry. She's a good fellow too.
Sparrow. There's a pair of them, and that's reason enough for some people why they should be paired. But except the supper which comes with it, and which, I sup-pose, reconciles so many persons to the thing, I could never see any fun in a wedding. It's a melancholy solemnity always.
Crockett. But you hav'nt answered me. Will you come ?
Sparrow. Count certainly upon me. I never disappoint good suppers. I am never cold when they are warm.
Crockett. You'll be at the wedding also, won't you ? Sparrow. Ah ! that's another matter. I'll think of that.
Crockett. [Bugle sounds—enter Davis.] That bugle, Davis.
Davis. 'Tis Travis. He takes command. Bonham is to leave us ; to take despatches to Sam. Houston. Have you heard the news
Crockett. Any from the States ? Old Tennessee, or Congress.
Davis. D—n Congress. It's made up of old men's souls and old women's tongues, and a buzzard is the only means of communicating between them.
Sparrow. That's only since David left. He was the leader of that body, and his decency went so tar that he refused to spit in the president's silver spittoon, and emptied five finger basins at a draught. Say you, Davy, is it true that when the waiter brought you a soupplate of soup, you ordered him to bring the tureen ?
Crockett. God bless you for a sweet singing Spar-row. But many a fool has left on record the report of his own braying, printed under the name of a better mall. But let's hear the news that Davis brings.
Davis. The news is nearer home. They say that Santa Anna is marching down upon us with twenty thousand men,
Crockett. We must stand a siege then ? -
Sparrow, Never think of it without laying in a plentiful stock of provisions. A six months siege, for a force like ours, would need eight hundred beeves, one hundred barrels of buffalo tongues.
Crockett. Enough! you shall be made commissariat to see to these things. You'll be at the wedding, Davis. Davis. Ay ! and the supper too.
Sparrow. You'll ask too mauv, Crockett. A supper table should be select. I hate to see it crowded.
Crockett. Except with meats! Has any one seen Kennedy ? We want him for the singing.
Davis. He'll sing no more ! He fell at the first rush. Poor Harris, too : you heard about his wife?
Crockett. A sad story that.
Davis. Ile was a bad fellow, by all accounts, but died repenting,—and died fighting.
Sparrow. Let me die eating. If any thing can lessen the pangs of death, it is that you have the means of satisfying the pangs of appetite. You'll see a bird, or beast, dangerously wounded, still eat ravenously. Some fa-
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