TWO FAVORITES
Wood, a Medicated Warrior. Miles, a Soldier. Satan, a Statesman. Chorus of Citizens.
MILES (to Wood):
Sir, I have ventured to observe with what
I hope is a becoming modesty, that not
In vain have been your sacrifices, nor
Quite thrown away your aptitude for war.
Service and genius—these are things that count,
With (if you’re cavalry) the skill to mount.