"Ludov. I never had time to ask. The children of peace, who make our quarrels, must be Your Worship's informants there.
"Pev. And art thou not ashamed to draw the sword for thou know'st not what—and to be the victim and food of others' folly?
"Ludov. Vastly.
"Pev. (to the Devils.) Well, take him for to-day, and only score his skin and pepper it with powder—then chain him to a cannon, and let the Devils practise at his head—his be the reward who hits it with a single ball.
"Ludov. Oh mercy, mercy!
"Pev. Bring Savodi.
"(A Devil brings in SAVODI.)
"Chorus as before.
"Welcome, welcome, &c.
"Pev. Who art thou?