Two Messengers Covered With Dust Come To

I Am Accordingly Ready; I Have Pressed As Many Cabinet Papers Into Trunks As To Fill One Carriage; Our Private Property Must Be Sacrificed, As It Is Impossible To Procure Wagons For Its Transportation.

It Is Done... The Precious Portrait Placed In The Hands Of The Gentlemen For Safe Keeping.

And Now, Dear Sister, I Must Leave This House Or The Retreating Army Will Make Me A Prisoner In It By Filling Up The Road I Am Directed To Take.

I Would Rather Fight With My Hands Than My Tongue.

Two Messengers Covered With Dust Come To Bid Me Fly, But I Wait For Him.