Aber wenn ich wirklich mehr aufs Charakterspiel aus bin, sollte die Frage, wieviel Kampf ich dazu in etwa eigentlich brauche, schon mal erlaubt sein -- 
Horatius auf der Brücke
XXVI
      But the Consul's brow was sad,
           And the Consul's speech was low,
      And darkly looked he at the wall,
           And darkly at the foe.
      "Their van will be upon us
           Before the bridge goes down;
      And if they once may win the bridge,
           What hope to save the town?"
                XXVII
      Then out spake brave Horatius,
           The Captain of the Gate:
      "To every man upon this earth
           Death cometh soon or late.
      And how can man die better
           Than facing fearful odds,
      For the ashes of his fathers,
           And the temples of his gods,
                XXVIII
      "And for the tender mother
           Who dandled him to rest,
      And for the wife who nurses
           His baby at her breast,
      And for the holy maidens
           Who feed the eternal flame,
      To save them from false Sextus
           That wrought the deed of shame?
                XXIX
      "Haul down the bridge, Sir Consul,
           With all the speed ye may;
      I, with two more to help me,
           Will hold the foe in play.
      In yon strait path a thousand
           May well be stopped by three.
      Now who will stand on either hand,
           And keep the bridge with me?"
                XXX
      Then out spake Spurius Lartius;
           A Ramnian proud was he:
      "Lo, I will stand at thy right hand,
           And keep the bridge with thee."
      And out spake strong Herminius;
           Of Titian blood was he:
      "I will abide on thy left side,
           And keep the bridge with thee."
.....
 Back darted Spurius Lartius;
           Herminius darted back:
      And, as they passed, beneath their feet
           They felt the timbers crack.
      But when they turned their faces,
           And on the farther shore
      Saw brave Horatius stand alone,
           They would have crossed once more.
                LV
      But with a crash like thunder
           Fell every loosened beam,
      And, like a dam, the mighty wreck
           Lay right athwart the stream:
      And a long shout of triumph
           Rose from the walls of Rome,
      As to the highest turret-tops
           Was splashed the yellow foam.
Worte in der Taverne sind billig, Taten auf der Brücke nicht.