Leonard. Whom do you think of killing?
The Man. You in the first place, if you should prove false to us!
Leonard. For this use, brother, take my dagger!
Hands it to him.
The Man. For such use my own will suffice me, brother!
Many Voices. Long live Leonard! Long live the Spanish murderer!
Leonard. Meet me to-morrow in the tent of Pancratius, our citizen general.
Chorus of Priests. We greet thee, stranger, in the name of the Spirit of Liberty: we intrust to thy hand a share of our emancipation!
To men who combat without cessation, who kill without pity or weakness, who work for freedom by day, and dream of it by night, will be at last the victory!
They pass on out of sight.