A Subaltern.
[Beating him with a stick.] Up with you, lazy hound!
Makrina.
[Hastening up.] Oh, do not strike him!
The Soldier.
Let them strike me;—I am so glad to suffer.
Ammian.
[Entering.] Again a stoppage!—Oh, it is he. Can he really go no further?
The Subaltern.
I do not know what to say, sir; he falls at every step.