Sacha. In theory I’ll cut them off again
With pleasure, and as often as you like—
But not in practice!
Prin.Coward, get you hence!
I’ve craft enough for that, and courage too.
I’ll do your work! My Amazons, advance!
Why, you are armed with spears—mere gilded toys!
Where are your muskets, pray?
Ada.Why, please you, ma’am,
We left them in the armory, for fear