Ah, No, Far Be From Me A

Men, I'm Getting Out Of Rome. Anyone Who Wants To Carry On The War Against The Outsiders, Come With Me. I Can Offer You Neither Honours Nor Wages; I Offer You Hunger, Thirst, Forced Marches, Battles And Death. Anyone Who Loves His Country, Follow Me

The Priest Is The Personification Of Falsehood.

Ah, No, Far Be From Me A Thought Which I Loathe Like Poison.

I Utter This Word With Deepest Affection And From The Very Bottom Of My Heart.

Let Those Only Return To Their Homes Who Are Called By The Imperative Duties Which They Owe To Their Families, And Those Who By Their Glorious Wounds Have Deserved The Credit Of Their Country.