Phil.‍You can not.

In such an enterprise to die is rather

The dawn of an eternal day, than death.

[Count Arnold and Cæsar advance.

Cæs. And the mere men—do they, too, sweat beneath

The noon of this same ever-scorching glory?

Bourb.‍Ah!

Welcome the bitter Hunchback! and his master,

The beauty of our host, and brave as beauteous,220

And generous as lovely. We shall find