Pro. What wouldst thou do?
Raim. I would go forth, and rouse th’ indignant land
To generous combat. Why should freedom strike
Mantled with darkness? Is there not more strength
Ev’n in the waving of her single arm
Than hosts can wield against her? I would rouse
That spirit whose fire doth press resistless on
To its proud sphere—the stormy field of fight!
Pro. Ay! and give time and warning to the foe
To gather all his might! It is too late.