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236 Since things are thus, give me a musket, one of you!

Wherefore?

Because I too—mean to remain.

At last! This is true valour, Sir!

Then you are a Gascon after all, spite of your lace collar?

What is all this?

I leave no woman in peril.

Hark you! Think you not we might give him something to eat?

Victuals!

Yes, you'll see them coming from under every coat!

Do you think I will eat your leavings?