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But we command ourselves; we wait no orders. Must we be butcher'd, for that we are brave? Damn hidden treach'ry! we defy thy orders. Fred'rick shall lead us now (Other voices call out) We'll march where'er we list, for Milan march.

Yes, march where'er ye list, for Milan march.

Sol. Hear him, hear him! (The murmur ceases—a short pause.)

Bas. Yes, march where'er ye list, for Milan march. But as banditti, not as soldiers go; For on this spot of earth I will disband, And take from you the rank and name of soldiers. What wear we arms for? Disband us at thy peril, treach'rous Basil! (Several of the Soldiers brandish their arms, and