Her. Peace! no more!
This is no time to melt our nature down
To a soft stream of tears! Be of strong heart!
Give me the banner! Swell the song again!
Cits. Ere night must swords be red!
It is not an hour for knells and tears,
But for helmets braced and serried spears!
To-morrow for the dead!
[Exeunt omnes.