K. Phi. Let it be so. Say, where will you assault? K. John. We from the west will send destruction Into this city’s bosom. Aust. I from the north. K. Phi. Our thunder from the south Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town. Bast. [Aside.] O prudent discipline! From north to south— Austria and France shoot in each other’s mouth. I’ll stir them to it.—Come, away, away!
