Our camp is fairly pitched before her walls.

King Gama, if Hilarion comes not back

All safe and sound, you’ll surely suffer death!

Your head for his!

Gama.The stakes are poorly matched:

It’s Lombard Street against a China orange!

Hilde. In the mean time, pray make yourself at home,

Direct my army as it were your own.

On every matter that concerns the state,

Your orders give;—they will not be obeyed,