I was down in Wiliamsburg a couple of weeks ago, and got to see Benedict Arnold close up as he dressed down the arrogant and stubborn Colonials:
It was great! He was shouting at us and I could see spittle coming from his lips, his face was turning red, an his horse was slavering as though it had run a long distance without rest (Don't know what THAT was about)
The only thing missing was the whiz of a musketball that slapped him in his chest...:)