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    The Treason and Death of Benedict Arnold: A Play for a Greek Theatre
    The Treason and Death of Benedict Arnold: A Play for a Greek Theatre
    The Treason and Death of Benedict Arnold: A Play for a Greek Theatre
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    The Treason and Death of Benedict Arnold: A Play for a Greek Theatre

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    Release dateApr 25, 2021
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      The Treason and Death of Benedict Arnold - John Jay Chapman

      John Jay Chapman

      The Treason and Death of Benedict Arnold

      A Play for a Greek Theatre

      Published by Good Press, 2022

      goodpress@okpublishing.info

      EAN 4064066131449

      Table of Contents

      CHARACTERS

      SCENE

      TREASON AND DEATH

      INTERMEZZO

      ACT II

      THE END

      A PLAY FOR A GREEK THEATRE

      BY

      JOHN JAY CHAPMAN

      MOFFAT, YARD & COMPANY

      1910

      Copyright, 1911

      By John Jay Chapman

      CHARACTERS

      Table of Contents

      BENEDICT ARNOLD.

      JOSHUA SMITH.

      MAJOR ANDRÉ.

      MRS. ARNOLD.

      WILLIAM ARNOLD, A Boy of Eight, Son to Benedict.

      FATHER HUDSON.

      CHORUS OF WAVES (Men).

      CHORUS OF CLOUDS (Women).

      CHORUS-LEADER OF MEN.

      CHORUS-LEADER OF WOMEN.

      TREASON.

      DEATH.

      TWO PICKETS.

      A SERVANT.

      SCENE

      Table of Contents

      ACT I. THE SHORE OF THE HUDSON NEAR WEST POINT.

      ACT II. SITTING-ROOM OF BENEDICT ARNOLD IN ENGLAND IN 1801.

      The Acts are Separated by a Short Vocal Intermezzo.

      TREASON AND DEATH

      Table of Contents

      OF BENEDICT ARNOLD

      ACT I

      The margin of the Hudson at West Point. Fort Putnam and the Highlands in the distance. A flag is fluttering on the fort. The orchestra represents the level of the river shore, upon which level the Chorus will enter. The characters of the drama appear on a bank or platform, slightly raised above the orchestra and Chorus. At the opening of the play Father Hudson is upon the scene. He reclines in the centre of the stage in the attitude of a river-god. The nook or couch in which he rests is situated between the two levels, as it were in an angle of the river bank. His position is such that he can, by turning his head, either watch the personages on the stage, or address the Chorus on the river margin. He is so painted and disposed as not to attract attention when the play opens, but to appear rather as a part of the scenery and decoration.

      First Picket. Uneasy has been my watch. Dark have been my forebodings, standing first on one foot and then on the other, through the night hours, preyed upon by visions, holding my eyelids open by my will, while strange thoughts like vultures over their carrion, wheeling about above me, assail me, tear me with their beaks and talons. Dark looms the cloud bank through the black portals of the river. The fog holds the bleared eyes of the morning. And I, stiff with watching, suspect some evil. Some foul play is in the mountains, stalking in the shadows of the dawn. Would God the releasing trumpet would blow and the flag flutter on the mountain side, and that I might find all well! General Washington is on a journey. Would God he were returned! [The sound of a

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