Then say no more! Glegg, take a flag of truce, And bear to Hull this summons to surrender. Tell him Tecumseh and his force are here-- A host of warriors brooding on their wrongs, Who, should resistance flush them to revenge, Would burst from my control like wind-borne fire, And match on earth the miseries of hell. But, should he yield, his safety is assured. Tell him Tecumseh's word is pledged to this, Who, though his temperate will in peace is law Yet casts a loose rein to enforced rage. Add what your fancy dictates; but the stress Place most on what I speak of--this he fears, And these same fears, well wrought upon by you, May prove good workers for us yet. (GLEGG: I go, And shall acquit myself as best I can.) Tecumseh, wonder not at such a message! The guilty conscience of your foes is judge Of their deserts, and hence 'twill be believed. The answer may be 'nay,' so to our work-- Which perfected, we shall confer again, Then cross at break of morn. (Exeunt all but TECUMSEH.)

Brock Monologue from Tecumseh : a Drama

Rehearse Brock's monologue