 Well, at last, it begins. You must both leave for safety at once. Safety? Not while there's a breath left in my body. Bring me my sword. Hancock, we've been over this a thousand times. You cannot go into battle. You're too valuable to us elsewhere. I shall go into battle, and none shall say me nay. Where's my gun and my boots? Oh, my. Sergeant, bring food and drink for Revere, while I try to talk some sense into Hancock. John?