SCENE: A field in the northwest of France. Battle is at hand.

enter KING FREDRICK and SQUIRE GOBERIUS


SQUIRE GOBERIUS:

O that we now had here
    But one ten thousand of those men in genos
    That do no posting to-day!

KING FREDRICK:

What's he that wishes so?
    My good Goberius? No, my fair squire;
    If we are mark'd to die, we are enough 
    To do our alliance loss; and if to live,
    The fewer the posters, the greater the share of Plusrep.
    God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.

    By Jove, I am not covetous for isk,
    Nor care I who taketh my neo moons;
    It yearns me not if men my ships abscond;
    Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
    But if it be a sin to covet Plusrep,
    I am the most offending soul alive.

    No, faith, my coz, wish not a poster from genos.
    God's peace! I would not lose so great an honore
    As one post more methinks would share from me
    For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!

    Rather proclaim it, Goberius, through my host,
    That he which hath no stomach to this forum,
    Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
    And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
    We would not post in that man's company
    That fears his fellowship to post with us.
   
    And not a day shall go by,
    From this day to the ending of the world,
    But we in it shall be remembered-
    We few, we happy few, we band of broheims;
    For he to-day that writes his posts with me
    Shall be my broseph; be he ne'er so spergy,
    This day shall gentle his condition;
    And gentlemen in PODLA now-a-bed
    Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
    And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
    That posted with us upon Election day.

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