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Rh Why, I well believe

He dares to mock my nose! Ho! insolent!

What say you? It is useless? Ay, I know! But who fights ever hoping for success? I fought for lost cause, and for fruitless quest! You there, who are you!—You are thousands! Ah! I know you now, old enemies of mine!

Falsehood!

Have at you! Ha! and Compromise!

Prejudice, Treachery!…

Surrender, I? Parley? No, never! You too, Folly,—you? I know that you will lay me low at last;

Let be! Yet I fall fighting, fighting still!

You strip from me the laurel and the rose! Take all! Despite you there is yet one thing I hold against you all, and when, to-night, I enter Christ's fair courts, and, lowly bowed, Sweep with doffed casque the heavens' threshold blue, One thing is left, that, void of stain or smutch, I bear away despite you.