The enemy! Ho, ho! The enemy!
Awake, wake!
ANOTHER CRY CLOSE AT HAND.
Beaumont!
CESARE’S VOICE.
[Within.] Duca! Blood of God!
What is their war-cry? Beaumont?
[He throws open the doors of the tent, struggling into his armour. Juanito rushes up.
Ambushed by Fate! Juanito, the torch
Is falling: light another. Do you see,
I cannot find the buckles.... I must ride....
Fetch out my horse.... The corselet—that will serve.
[Juanito goes for the horse.
CRIES RENEWED.
Beaumont, a Beaumont!