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(
Casqued
halberdiers
in
armour
thrust
forward
a
pentice
of
gutted
spearpoints
.
Major
Tweedy
,
moustached
like
Turko
the
terrible
,
in
bearskin
cap
with
hackleplume
and
accoutrements
,
with
epaulettes
,
gilt
chevrons
and
sabretaches
,
his
breast
bright
with
medals
,
toes
the
line
.
He
gives
the
pilgrim
warrior
’
s
sign
of
the
knights
templars
.
)
MAJOR
TWEEDY
:
(
Growls
gruffly
.
)
Rorke
’
s
Drift
!
Up
,
guards
,
and
at
them
!
Mahar
shalal
hashbaz
.
PRIVATE
CARR
:
I
’
ll
do
him
in
.
PRIVATE
COMPTON
:
(
Waves
the
crowd
back
.
)
Fair
play
,
here
.
Make
a
bleeding
butcher
’
s
shop
of
the
bugger
.
(
Massed
bands
blare
Garryowen
and
God
save
the
King
.
)
CISSY
CAFFREY
:
They
’
re
going
to
fight
.
For
me
!
CUNTY
KATE
:
The
brave
and
the
fair
.
BIDDY
THE
CLAP
:
Methinks
yon
sable
knight
will
joust
it
with
the
best
.
CUNTY
KATE
:
(
Blushing
deeply
.
)
Nay
,
madam
.
The
gules
doublet
and
merry
saint
George
for
me
!
