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 So bring, Castrillon, then thy captive here, That we may question him about the fort. [Exit Castrillon.] Meanwhile receive my will for this campaign. Ween not, that when we have subdued and crushed This base revolt, our task were then complete. A fool combats the evil's gorgon-head, A prudent man destroys the evil's root. This territory must become the bulwark Of Mexico against the threatening tide Of immigrants from Anglo-Saxon stock, Which thoughtlessly has been allowed to roll Its waves of heresy and rationalism, Of lawlessness and bold irreverence. Against these ill-defended Texan shores. The time has come, when loudly to announce, That never on the self-same continent The Anglo-Saxon and the Latin races Can live in peace and harmony together. For as the Roman loathed the crafty race Of Carthage, and relented not in war, Till every stone of her antagonist Was powdered dust, so parts a yawning gulf Of bitter jealousy and hate intense These modern nationalities. Behold The Anglo-Saxons! Without rest and peace They roam and spread and plot and seek and grasp,