PRIME MINISTER

A man has no higher privilege than to die for his country. I beg your
Majesty--the paper?


KING

[_Tearing the paper once across._

And the women?


PRIME MINISTER

[_Grimly._

We'll find them new husbands, your Majesty. The paper, if you please.


KING

[_Tearing the paper into shreds._

I forbid this war!


PRIME MINISTER