quidni illos spes palpet iners, quos pulvere in isto tirones Bellona truci non excitat aere, inbellesque animos virtus tepefacta resolvit? anne Pudicitiae gelidum iecur utile bello est? an tenerum Pietatis opus sudatur in armis?
Ay, a nerveless hope it must be that flatters these raw troops, for in the dust of battle here the bray of the War-Queens trumpet does not rouse them, and their courage is not hot enough to brace their unwarlike spirit. Is Chastitys cold stomach of any use in war, or Brotherly Loves soft work done by stress of battle?
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