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his face.) Why, you're all so besmeared, one can't see the cuts you got from the Bohemian dragoons.—Your water was very good, Switzer.—These cuts become you, man!
Switzer.
Poh! There's room enough for twenty more of 'em.
Moor.
Ay, my boys—it was a hot day's work—and only one friend lost.—Poor Roller! he had a glorious death! If he had died in any cause but ours, he'd had a marble monument!—Let this suffice—this tear from a man's cheek! (He wipes his eyes.) Do you remember how many of our enemies were left dead on the field?
Switzer.
Sixty Hussars—ninety three dragoons, and about forty light horse—in all, two hundred!
Moor.
Two hundred for one man!—Every one of you has his claims upon this head. (He takes off his hat.) Here I lift this poniard—so may my soul find life or death eternal, as I keep faith with you!