Of course he must have it." Now, Bishop, look well to thyself and call up all the manhood that is in thee.

Think how much is at stake.

If now thou art not true to thy guns, no Slope can hereafter aid thee.

How can he who deserts his own colours at the first smell of gunpowder expect faith in any ally?
Thou thyself hast sought the battle-field: fight out the battle manfully now thou art there.

Courage, Bishop, courage! Frowns cannot kill, nor can sharp words break any bones.