_The front of Berwick Walls at Port St Mary._—RAMSAY _is seen on the Ramparts, flying from Post to Post, and filling up the gaps made by the Assailants, who keep up a constant discharge of Arrows. The English Pioneers attempt to break the Barrier, and at last succeed in burning it down. They shout, while_ LORD MONTAGUE _leads the Assault_.

MONTAGUE.

On, on, my men of England! to the breastwork. St George! St Edward! ho! [_The English pull down the Drawbridge, cross it, and fire the Gate._ Well done, my gallants, every man a hero! Now for the plunder; see that ye spare none. [_The Gate being consumed_, RAMSAY _calls down the Guard from the Ramparts, rushes through the flames, and attacks the Assailants sword in hand_.

RAMSAY.

Back, varlets as ye are! ye shall not pass here Until you cut a passage through our bodies;— Charge, gallant Scots, remember Bannockburn!— Remember how a handful of your fathers Annull’d these braggadocios—show yourselves Their true descendants, and don’t shame your mothers! Charge yet again, refresh the parched earth With the invaders’ blood—The Bruce—the Bruce! [_After a desperate conflict, the English are beat back, and the Scots retire within the Walls._ Thanks, gallant friends; we’ll now refresh ourselves With what the morning’s bivouac afforded.

PRENDERGEST.

The sun has set upon a bloody day, But it must shine upon a bloodier morrow.

RAMSAY.

And cursed be the coward heart that shrinks from A life of honour, or a death of glory! [_Exeunt._