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Rh ''cars and the dice-boxes remain suspended in their hands, the smoke of their pipes in their cheeks. They wait''.]

I say, that Henri Quatre Had not, by any dangerous odds, been forced To strip himself of his white helmet plume.

The ruse succeeded, though!

Oh, may be! But One does not lightly abdicate the honour To serve as target to the enemy.

Had I been present when your scarf fell low, —Our courage, Sir, is of a different sort— I would have picked it up and put it on.

Oh, ay! Another Gascon boast!

A boast? Lend it to me. I pledge myself, to-night, —With it across my breast,—to lead th' assault.