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What ! the Guards ?

Ay, where serves your cousin, the swaggering boaster. I will find a way to revenge myself on him at Arras.

What mean you ? The Guards go to Arras ?

Bethink you, is it not my own regiment ?

Christian !

What ails you ?

Oh I am in despair ! The man one loves ! - at the war !

You say such sweet words to me ! 'Tis the first time ! and just when I must quit you !