Eh, Flerio, comrade!" He shouts cheerfully: "Eh, Flerio, comrade! Have you prepared a salute ?" "I have, Captain.

The shores will tremble when our cannons speak." "Eh, Flerio, comrade! Don't gnash your teeth, without biting--no one will believe you.

Did you put in cannon balls--round, east-iron, good cannon balls?
Give them wings, comrade--let them fly like blackbirds on land and sea." "Yes, Captain." Haggart laughs: "I love to think how the cannon ball flies, Mariet.

I love to watch its invisible flight.

If some one comes in its way--let him! Fate itself strikes down like that.