(He tears off the bandages) Rend me, hiccough! Off with you, rag! And let each spring
Burst forth with a bubble as large as the eye-ball of a horse!
Creatures who revel in omnipotence, behold me, lying in this cursed place, a wretched man pouring forth streams of blood!
Ah! ah! Sparks of fire, the tide of battle!
And the troating warrior, like a tower, the shaggy horse with hands of horn! Ah! ah!
Charge! Forward! Forward!
—Redness, hole, mouth, gullet of glory, insupportable gate! O you mighty Beings,
Let them cut off my hands and my feet, and to you I will stretch the stumps, and on my bones
I will march to you! To you!
First Captain: What a sight to see!