ARCADES AMBO
A. You blame me that I ran away?
Why, Sir, the enemy advanced:
Balls flew about, and—who can say
But one, if I stood firm, had glanced
In my direction? Cowardice?
I only know we don't live twice,
Therefore—shun death, is my advice.
B. Shun death at all risks? Well, at some!
True, I myself, Sir, though I scold