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The monks say Hannibal

Melted the rocks with vinegar, not sugar.

But she is adamant!

When all else fails,

You've still force to fall back on. Carry her off

From under Guido's grizzled beard.

By Bacchus,

There's metal in thy counsel, knave! I'll think on 't.

It needs no brains neither,—only strong hands

And hard hearts. Here come both. [Enter, and, C.

What say you. gentlemen; may I trust your arms?

They're yours in any quarrel.

So are mine!

And mine!

One at a time. You said "arms!" Of Torelli

You should ask legs! His did such famous service

In carrying him out of danger at Sarzana,

I think they may be trusted.