Fellow-countrymen, know ye not that the Turk is awake once more for our harming?
The Bureau of Spies has risen from the torpor which came on it when the purpose against our Teuta roused our mountains to such anger that the frontiers blazed with passion, and were swept with fire and sword.

Moreover, there is a traitor somewhere in the land, or else incautious carelessness has served the same base purpose.

Something of our needs--our doing, whose secret we have tried to hide, has gone out.

The myrmidons of the Turk are close on our borders, and it may be that some of them have passed our guards and are amidst us unknown.

So it behoves us doubly to be discreet.
Believe me that I share with you, my brothers, our love for the gallant Englishman who has come amongst us to share our sorrows and ambitions--and I trust it may be our joys.