Come bring to me my bride. My lust for her
no longer can be denied. Convey the news! I have no time to lose. There are towns to
plunder, temples to burn and women to abuse. Look at that foot! Look at that heel! Mark
the magnificent muscles of steel! I am my ideal! I, Miles Gloriosus, I, slaughterer
of thousands, I, oppressor of the meek, subduer of the weak, degrader of the Greek, destroyer
of the Turk, must hurry back to work. I, Miles Gloriosus, —a man among men— I, paragon of virtue, —with sword and with pen— I, in war the most admired, in wit, the most
inspired, in love, the most desired, in dress, the best displayed—I am a parade!