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Rh We are breaking! I am wounded—wounded twice!

''Gascons! Ho, Gascons! Never turn your backs''!

Have no fear! I have two deaths to avenge:

My friend who's slain;—and my dead happiness!

Float there! laced kerchief broidered with her name!

''Fall on them, Gascons! Crush them''!

Fifer, play!

They're climbing the redoubt!