FIRST YAGER (to the Trumpeter). Let 'em go! they're of Tiefenbach's corps, the railers, A glorious train of glovers and tailors! At Brieg, in garrison, long they lay; What should they know about camps, I pray? SCENE XI. The above.--Cuirassiers. FIRST CUIRASSIER. Peace! what's amiss with the boor, may I crave? FIRST SHARPSHOOTER. He has cheated at play, the cozening knave! FIRST CUIRASSIER. But say, has he cheated you, man, of aught? FIRST SHARPHOOTER. Just cleaned me out--and not left me a groat. FIRST CUIRASSIER. And can you, who've the rank of a Friedland man, So shamefully cast yourself away, As to try your luck with the boor at play? Let him run off, so that run he can. [The peasant escapes, the others throng together. FIRST ARQUEBUSIER. He makes short work--is of resolute mood-- And that with such fellows as these is good. Who is he? not of Bohemia, that's clear. SUTLER-WOMAN. He's a Walloon--and respect, I trow, Is due to the Pappenheim cuirassier! FIRST DRAGOON (joining). Young Piccolomini leads them now, Whom they chose as colonel, of their own free might, When Pappenheim fell in Luetzen's fight. FIRST ARQUEBUSIER. Durst they, indeed, presume so far? FIRST DRAGOON. This regiment is something above the rest. It has ever been foremost through the war, And may manage its laws, as it pleases best; Besides, 'tis by Friedland himself caressed. FIRST CUIRASSIER (to the Second.) Is't so in truth, man? Who averred it? SECOND CUIRASSIER. From the lips of the colonel himself I heard it. FIRST CUIRASSIER. The devil! we're not their dogs, I weep! FIRST YAGER. How now, what's wrong? You're swollen with spleen! SECOND YAGER. Is it anything, comrades, may us concern? FIRST CUIRASSIER. 'Tis what none need be wondrous glad to learn. The Soldiers press round him. To the Netherlands they would lend us now-- Cuirassiers, Yagers, and Shooters away, Eight thousand in all must march, they say. SUTLER-WOMAN. What! What! again the old wandering way-- I got back from Flanders but yesterday! SECOND CUIRASSIER (to the Dragoons). You of Butler's corps must tramp with the rest. FIRST CUIRASSIER. And we, the Walloons, must doubtless be gone. SUTLER-WOMAN. Why, of all our squadrons these are the best. FIRST CUIRASSIER. To march where that Milanese fellow leads on. FIRST YAGER. The infant? that's queer enough in its way. SECOND YAGER. The priest--then, egad! there's the devil to pay. FIRST CUIRASSIER. Shall we then leave the Friedlander's train, Who so nobly his soldiers doth entertain-- And drag to the field with this fellow from Spain! A niggard whom we in our souls disdain! That'll never go down--I'm off, I swear. TRUMPETER. Why, what the devil should we do there? We sold our blood to the emperor--ne'er For this Spanish red hat a drop we'll spare!