Necessity Does Not Submit To Debate.

The Priest Is The Personification Of Falsehood.

I Offer Neither Pay, Nor Quarters, Nor Food; I Offer Only Hunger, Thirst, Forced Marches, Battles And Death. Let Him Who Loves His Country With His Heart, And Not Merely With His Lips, Follow Me.

If These Hands, Used To Fighting, Would Be Acceptable To His Holiness, We Most Thankfully Dedicate Them To The Service Of Him Who Deserves So Well Of The Church And Of The Fatherland.

Yes, Young Men, Italy Owes To You An Undertaking Which Has Merited The Applause Of The Universe. You Have Conquered And You Will Conquer Still, Because You Are Prepared For The Tactics That Decide The Fate Of Battles.

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