Carry—Arms.
Present—Arms.
Right about—face.
Halt.
Stop, don’t take another step.
Give me that pencil; it’s mine.
Leave the room, sir.
One, two, three, fire.
Back! beardless boy!
Back! minion! Holdst thou thus at naught
The lesson I so lately taught?
Man, who art thou who dost deny my words?
But in the gloom they fought, with bloodshot eyes