Camma monologue (Act 1) — The cup; and The falcon

Sir, I had once A boy who died a babe; but were he living And grown to man and Sinnatus will’d it, I Would set him in the front rank of the fight With scarce a pang. (_Rises._) Sir, if a state submit At once, she may be blotted out at once And swallow’d in the conqueror’s chronicle. Whereas in wars of freedom and defence The glory and grief of battle won or lost Solders a race together—yea—tho’ they fail, The names of those who fought and fell are like A bank’d-up fire that flashes out again From century to century, and at last May lead them on to victory—I hope so— Like phantoms of the Gods.