Warfare and the Southern Way of Life
LOQUITUR: En Bertans de Born. Dante Alighieri put this man in hell for that he was a stirrer up of strife. Eccovi! Judge ye! Have I dug him up again? The scene is at his castle, Altaforte. ``Papiols'' is his jongleur. ``The Leopard,'' the device of Richard Coeur de Lion.
| Damn it all! all this our South stinks peace.
You whoreson dog, Papiols, come! Let's to music!
I have no life save when the swords clash.
But ah! when I see the standards gold, vair, purple, opposing
And the broad fields beneath them turn crimson,
Then howl I my heart nigh mad with rejoicing.
In hot summer I have great rejoicing
Hell grant soon we hear again the swords clash!
And I love to see the sun rise blood-crimson.
The man who fears war and squats opposing
Papiols, Papiols, to the music!
And let the music of the swords make them crimson!