Bourb.‍There's a demon

In that fierce rattlesnake thy tongue. Wilt never

Be serious?

Cæs.‍On the eve of battle, no;—

That were not soldier-like. 'Tis for the general

To be more pensive: we adventurers

Must be more cheerful. Wherefore should we think?

Our tutelar Deity, in a leader's shape,

Takes care of us. Keep thought aloof from hosts!

If the knaves take to thinking, you will have