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THE DYNASTS ACT m
Colonel Wynch, Sir John. He's wounded, but he urges you to take it.
No. I will not. This suits. . . . Don't come with me ; There's more for you to do out here as yet.
(Cheerful shouts.) A-ha! TiS this way I have wished to die!
Exeunt slowly in the twilight MOORE, bearers, surgeons, etc., towards Corufia.
The scene darkens.
CORUftA. NEAR THE RAMPARTS
It is just before dawn on the following morning, objects being still indistinct - The features of the elevated enclosure of San Carlos can be recognized in dim outline, and also those of the Old Town of Coruna around, though scarcely a lamp is shining. The numerous transports in the harbour beneath have still their riding-lights burning.
In a nook of the town walls a lantern glimmers. Some English soldiers of the Ninth regiment are hastily digging a grave there with extemporized tools.
A VOICE (from the gloom some distance off)
" I am the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord : he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live."
The soldiers look up, and see entering at the further end of the patch of Aground a slow procession. It advances by the light of lanterns in the hands of some members of it. At moments the fitful rays fall upon bearers carrying a coflfinless body rolled in a blanket, with a military cloak roughly thrown over by way of pall.