Turned tail and fled!
Thus did we raise that army, having gotten under it,
Thus did we tilt it backward like a cask,
Spilling a great tumult of men
On the earth and in the reedy beds of streams.
Think of it! That innumerable horde turned their backs, and ran before us! Zounds!
Oh who has seen such a massacre, the piles of wounded and dying
Gasping like a catch of fish in the bottom of a boat!
All: Triumph!
The Messenger: Sharp cries resounded on the bleeding air, and the mad galloping of horsemen, and cannon whose flashes glared through the pall of smoke!