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"'
Hurrah
for
Orange
!
'
all
well
and
good
!
"
replied
Tilly
,
"
although
I
certainly
am
more
partial
to
happy
faces
than
to
gloomy
ones
.
'
Death
to
the
traitors
!
'
as
much
of
it
as
you
like
,
as
long
as
you
show
your
wishes
only
by
cries
.
But
,
as
to
putting
them
to
death
in
good
earnest
,
I
am
here
to
prevent
that
,
and
I
shall
prevent
it
.
"
Then
,
turning
round
to
his
men
,
he
gave
the
word
of
command
,
--
"
Soldiers
,
ready
!
"
The
troopers
obeyed
orders
with
a
precision
which
immediately
caused
the
burgher
guard
and
the
people
to
fall
back
,
in
a
degree
of
confusion
which
excited
the
smile
of
the
cavalry
officer
.
"
Holloa
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
with
that
bantering
tone
which
is
peculiar
to
men
of
his
profession
;
"
be
easy
,
gentlemen
,
my
soldiers
will
not
fire
a
shot
;
but
,
on
the
other
hand
,
you
will
not
advance
by
one
step
towards
the
prison
.
"
"
And
do
you
know
,
sir
,
that
we
have
muskets
?
"
roared
the
commandant
of
the
burghers
.
"
I
must
know
it
,
by
Jove
,
you
have
made
them
glitter
enough
before
my
eyes
;
but
I
beg
you
to
observe
also
that
we
on
our
side
have
pistols
,
that
the
pistol
carries
admirably
to
a
distance
of
fifty
yards
,
and
that
you
are
only
twenty-five
from
us
.
"
"
Death
to
the
traitors
!
"
cried
the
exasperated
burghers
.
"
Go
along
with
you
,
"
growled
the
officer
,
"
you
always
cry
the
same
thing
over
again
.
It
is
very
tiresome
.
"
With
this
,
he
took
his
post
at
the
head
of
his
troops
,
whilst
the
tumult
grew
fiercer
and
fiercer
about
the
Buytenhof
.
