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What is my portion of the hire?

You're sure I shall not lose my son?

By Tuesday will the field be won?

[Looking round in bewilderment on the throng.]

What would you know? What's your demand?

Firstly, how long we shall make war. Then, of our total loss therein. And finally,—how much we win?

This ye demand?

Yes, 'faith; before We did not rightly understand.

[Deeply moved.]

Then ye shall understand it now!

[Thronging closer.]

Speak! Speak!

How long the war will last? As long as life, till ye have cast