HOHENZOLLERN (to the officer).
Silence! You must be mad!
THE PRINCE (giving up the sword).
Ho, corporal's guard!
Off to headquarters with the prisoner!
[To KOTTWITZ and the other officers.]
Now, gentlemen, the countersign: A knave
Who follows not his general to the fight!—
Now, who dares lag?
KOTTWITZ. You heard. Why thunder more?
HOHENZOLLERN (mollifying).
It was advice, no more, they sought to give.
KOTTWITZ. On your head be it. I go with you.
THE PRINCE (somewhat calmed). Come!
Be it upon my head then. Follow, brothers!
[Exeunt.]