Howe monologue (Act 5) — The Battle of Bunkers-Hill

E'en in an enemy I honour worth, And valour eminent. The vanquish'd foe, In feats of prowess shew their ancestry, And speak their birth legitimate; The sons of Britons, with the genuine flame, Of British heat, and valour in their veins. What pity 'tis, such excellence of mind, Should spend itself, in the fantastic cause, Of wild-fire liberty.--Warren is dead, And lies unburied, on the smoky hill; But with rich honours he shall be inhum'd, To teach our soldiery, how much we love, E'en in a foe, true worth and noble fortitude. Come then, brave soldiers, and take up the dead, Majors, and Col'nels, which are this day slain, And noble Captains of sweet life bereft. Fair flowers shall grow upon their grassy tombs, And fame in tears shall tell their tragedy, To many a widow and soft weeping maid, Or parent woe-ful for an only son, Through mourning _Britain_, and _Hibernia's_ isle.