The people who have sheltered 'neath our shield?
WHITE ENVOY:
Of these my royal master did not speak.
BENHADAD:
Strange silence! Must we give them up to him?
Is this the price at which he offers us
The yoke of peace? What if we do refuse?
RED ENYOY: [Stepping forward.]
Then ruthless war! War to the uttermost.
No quarter, no compassion, no escape!