Hud. That's yesterday. To-day those brave five thousand
Are soldiers of united Goldusan.
Bolderez is adviser to the State,
A tinker in high place, who solders fast
The civic split——
Cha. You dream! This is not true!
Her. Yes, Chartrien, it is true. We've lost Bolderez.
Cha. He—has—deserted?
Hud. No, he proves him loyal
To me, his master.
Cha. You?
Hud. He served me always.
You fool, this was my revolution.
Cha. Yours?
Hud. Bolderez led my troops. It was for me
You fed his bony beggars. Ha! For me
You stuffed their hungry pockets with your gold!
I loosed your fortune when I know 'twould save
My own a gouge. But I've not dodged the score.
Those guns and horses for the Gazza scare
Cost me some paper——
Cha. You? My God! Your war?