«Ah, rascals! you are growing timid,» cried Zagloba. «Now you are invading Great Poland, now you are deposing the king, and now you are paying court to Radzivill, so that he should not tickle you in Livonia. Wait! you will run away to your Dunderhoff till your stockings are down. We›ll soon dunder with you. Long life to Radzivill!»
«Long life!» repeated the nobles, standing near the gate.
«Defender of the country! Our shield! Against the Swedes, worthy gentlemen, against the Swedes!»
A circle was formed. Every moment nobles collected from the yard; seeing which, Zagloba sprang on the low guard-post of the gate, and began to cry,--
«Worthy gentlemen, listen! Whoso does not know me, to him I will say that I am that defender of Zbaraj who with this old hand slew Burlai, the greatest hetma
