Andre monologue (Act 2) — André

Kind is my Bland, who to his generous heart, Still finds excuses for his erring friend. Attentive hear and judge me.-- Pleas'd with the honours daily shower'd upon me, I glow'd with martial heat, my name to raise Above the vulgar herd, who live to die, And die to be forgotten. Thus I stood, When, avarice or ambition Arnold tempted, His country, fame, and honour to betray; Linking his name to infamy eternal. In confidence it was to be propos'd, To plan with him the means which should ensure Thy country's downfall. Nothing then I saw But confidential favour in the service, My country's glory, and my mounting fame; Forgot my former purity of thought, And high-ton'd honour's scruples disregarded.