START: THE GENERAL (irritated) : I'll be left in peace, I hope. And you're late. Where the hell were you? Didn't they give you your feed-bag? You're smiling, are you? Smiling at your rider? You recognize his hand, gentle but firm? (He strokes her.) My proud steed! My handsome mare, we've had many a spirited gallop together!
[... …]
END: THE GENERAL (starting) : Dove!
THE GIRL (turning around, in tears) : Sir?
THE GENERAL : Add that I died with my boots on!
(He then resumes his pose.)
THE GIRL: My hero died with his boots on! The procession continues. Your aides-de-camp precede me. . . . Then come I, Dove, your war-horse. . . . The military band plays a funeral march. . .

Jean Genet, The Balcony. Grove Press (electronic edition), pp.31-36.