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!
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!