'This, then, is he who announced that the time will come when the sword will be exchanged for a reaping hook, and when there will be no more war! no more battles!'
'No more wars! By the valiant gold god Mars! no more war!' exclaimed other soldiers with indignation.
'Ah! these are your prophecies, thou prophet of evil!'
'No more war! That is, no more clarions, no more floating standards, no more brilliant cuirasses, no more plumed helmets, which attract the eyes of the women!'
'No more war! that is, no more conquests.'
'What! no more try our iron boots on the heads of the conquered people!'
'No longer drink their wine while courting their daughters, as here, as in Gaul, as in the whole world, in fact!'
'No more war! By Hercules! And what then will become of the strong and the valiant, cursed Nazarene? According to you, they will, from daybreak till night, labor in the field or weave cloths like base slaves, instead of dividing their time between battle, idleness, the tavern, and the passion of love!'
'You, who call yourself the son of God,' said one of these Romans, raising his fist against the young man; 'you are, then, the son of the God Fear, coward that you are!'
'You, who call yourself the King of the Jews, would be acknowledged, then, as king of all the poltroons of the universe!'