It may be supposed that the success of the commander-in-chief was no better than that of Mondragon and his subalterns.

They laughed him to scorn when he reminded them how their conduct was tarnishing the glory which they had acquired by nine years of heroism.

They answered with their former cynicism, that glory could be put neither into pocket nor stomach.

They had no use for it; they had more than enough of it.

Give them money, or give them a City, these were their last terms.
Sorrowfully and bodingly Mansfeld withdrew to consult again with the State Council.