CESARE.

[Snatching up his sword.] Curse the renegades!
What is my war-cry? [He comes out of the tent bareheaded.
It confuses me....
The tramp, the tramp! Ah, if I led an army!
Ah, I could lead—on, on!

[The horse is brought.

JUANITO.

With one look at his master, as he mounts.

Unarmed!

[He runs into the tent.

CESARE.

[Laughing.] Unarmed!... The sweep, the rush, the hungry onset
Sweep me along, cry round ... the engines crash!
Banners of Hell, my banners on the wind!

JUANITO.