KOTTWITZ (offended).
Oh, ho! you give me that, young gentleman?—The
nag you dance about on, at a pinch
I'll tow him home yet at my horse's tail!
March, march, my gentlemen! Trumpets, the
charge!
On to the battle, on! Kottwitz is game!
GOLZ (to KOTTWITZ).
Never, my colonel, never! No, I swear!
2D OFFICER. Remember, Hennings' not yet at the Rhyn!
1ST OFFICER. Relieve him of his sword!
THE PRINCE. My sword, you say?
[He pushes him back.]
Hi, you impertinent boy, who do not even
Know yet the Ten Commandments of the Mark!
Here is your sabre, and the scabbard with it!
[He tears off the officer's sword together with the belt.]
1ST OFFICER (reeling).
By God, Prince, that's—
THE PRINCE (threateningly).
If you don't hold your tongue—