Part 27 (1/2)
F.--You would soon strip off its hide to make harness and trappings withal. No one thinks how much conquerors owe to cows.
FOOL.--Tell me, hero, what is strategy?
SOLDIER.--The art of laying two knives against one throat.
F.--And what are tactics?
S.--The art of driving them home.
F.--Supermundane lexicographer!
S.--I'll bust thy crust! (_Attempts to draw his sword, gets it between his legs, and falls along_.)
F. (_from a distance_)--Shall I summon an army, or a s.e.xton? And will you have it of bronze, or marble?
FOOL.--When you have gained a great victory, how much of the glory goes to the horse whose back you bestrode?
SOLDIER.--Nonsense! A horse cannot appreciate glory; he prefers corn.
F.--And this you call non-appreciation! But listen. (_Reads_) ”During the Crusades, a part of the armament of a Turkish s.h.i.+p was two hundred serpents.” In the pursuit of glory you are at least not above employing humble auxiliaries. These be curious allies.
S.--What stuff a fool may talk! No true soldier would pit a serpent against a brave enemy. These worms were _sailors_.
F.--A nice distinction, truly! Did you ever, my most acute professor of vivisection, employ your trenchant blade in the splitting of hairs?
S.--I have split ma.s.ses of them.
FOOL.--Speaking of the Crusades: at the siege of Acre, when a part of the wall had been thrown down by the Christians, the Pisans rushed into the breach, but the greater part of their army being at dinner, they were bloodily repulsed.
SOLDIER.--You appear to have a minute acquaintance with military history.
F.--Yes--being a fool. But was it not a sin and a shame that those feeders should not stir from their porridge to succour their suffering comrades?
S.--Pray why should a man neglect his business to oblige a friend?
F.--But they might have taken and sacked the city.
S.--The selfish gluttons!
SOLDIER.--Your presumption grows intolerable; I'll hold no further parley with thee.
FOOL.--”Herculean gentleman, I dread thy drubs; pity the lifted whites of both my eyes!”