Personally I fancy we shall show you a little sport.
CAPTAIN. Sorry sport, Mr. Barlow. I fought the French with a relish. They're our natural foes. But this setting English at English goes against the grain with me.
EPHRAIM. Excellent sentiments, Captain Lascelles.
GUY (sneering). I used to think the whole duty of a soldier was to fight.
CAPTAIN. The duty of a soldier is to obey orders. That, sir, is why I am at the disposal of your father, who represents the civil authority. But I've no stomach for firing on unarmed men.
(The Marseillaise and the dogs are heard.)
GUY. Listen! That's very near.
CAPTAIN. So are the singers. Look there.
(Epiiraim and Guy look over with him.)
EPHRAIM. Torches! There's a big crowd there. Why didn't we hear them?