You tremble, prince!
PHILOTAS.
With joy! It seems, however, a trifle short for me. But why short? A step nearer to the enemy replaces what is wanting in the steel. Beloved sword! What a beautiful thing is a sword,--to play with and to use! I have never played with anything else.
ARIDÄUS (to Strato).
O the wondrous combination of child and hero!
PHILOTAS (aside).
Beloved sword! Could I but be alone with thee! But, courage!
ARIDÄUS.
Now gird on the sword, prince, and follow me!