The Ministers of the Empire are a set of butchers!
A MAN [Raising himself on the shoulders of his neighbours]
Enough, enough! Death to the tigers!
FAITHFUL PRINCE [In the tent, seeing the TARTAR GENERAL rise.] No doubt my time has come.
TARTAR GENERAL
No! No! Remain where you are, we shall be told.
ANOTHER MAN
Yes, death to the tigers!
[He leans over and dips the end of his girdle into the blood] I am going to write it on this wall. Death to the tigers!
[He gets up on a stone, and begins to trace some characters with the end of his girdle. The GENERAL comes out of the tent.]
AN OFFICER