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5th Sol. Heav'n dart its fiery light'ning on his head! We're men, we're not cattle to be slaughter'd!

2d Sol. They who do long to caper high in air, Into a thousand bloody fragments blown, May follow our brave gen'ral.

1st Sol.Curse his name! I've fought for him till my strain'd nerves have crack'd!

2d Sol. We will command ourselves; for Milan comrades.

5th Sol. Ay, ay, for Milan, valiant hearts, huzza!

2d Sol. Yes, comrades, tempting booty waits us there, And easy service: keep good hearts, my soldiers! The gen'ral comes, good hearts! no flinching, boys! Look bold and fiercely; we're the masters now. (They all clash their arms, and put on a fierce threatening aspect to receive their General, who now enters, followed by Rosinberg and Officers. Basil walks close along the front ranks of the Soldiers, looking at them very steadfastly; then retires a few paces lack, and raising his arm, speaks with a very full loud voice.) Bas. How is it, soldiers, that I see you thus, Assembled here, unsummon'd by command?