Max. The Liberals advance?
Mar. Each day they’re nearer;
And towns and provinces fall by the way.
Berz. Without you, sir, our cause will die in blood,
And Mexico be but a grave for those
Who ’ve loved and served you!
Mar. The United States has ranked
Full sixty thousand men on our frontiers,—
But we have France—
Max. I am awake! At last!
From now no man shall risk his life for me
But I take equal chance with him! Ah, this
Is war, not murder!
Mar. You will lead our troops?
Max. I will.
Mar. Then Mexico is saved! The way
To win the southern hearts is but to trust them.
Leave at your capital the foreign troops
And lead your native soldiers ’gainst the foe!
Car. (Aside) No! Never! Never! Alone with those dark hearts!
(Enter Marshal Bazaine with envoy from France, Comte de St. Sueveur, Marquis de Gallifet, and General Castlenau)