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_A._ You blame me that I ran away? / Why, Sir, the enemy advanced: / Balls flew about, and -- who can say / But one, if I stood firm, had glanced / In my direction? Cowardice? / I only know we don't live twice, / Therefore -- shun death, is my advice.
_B._ Shun death at all risks? Well, at some! / True, I myself, Sir, though I scold / The cowardly, by no means come / Under reproof as overbold / -- I, who would have no end of brutes / Cut up alive to guess what suits / My case and saves my toe from shoots.