402:01,000[A ]| 402:01,000[A ]| 402:01,000[A ]| 402:01,001[A ]| By hell 'twas bravely done! what less than this? 402:01,002[A ]| What sacrifice of meaner worth and price 402:01,003[A ]| Could we have offered up for our success? 402:01,004[A ]| So fare all they, whoe'er provoke our hate, 402:01,005[A ]| Who by like ways presume to tempt their fate; 402:01,006[A ]| Fare each like this bold meddling fool, and be 402:01,007[A ]| As well secured, as well dispatched as he: 402:01,008[A ]| Would he were here, yet warm, that we might drain 402:01,009[A ]| His reeking gore, and drink up every vein! 402:01,010[A ]| That were a glorious sanction, much like thine, 402:01,011[A ]| Great Roman! made upon a like design: 402:01,012[A ]| Like thine? we scorn so mean a sacrament, 402:01,013[A ]| To seal and consecrate our high intent, 402:01,014[A ]| We scorn base blood should our great league cement: 402:01,015[A ]| Thou didst it with a slave, but we think good 402:01,016[A ]| To bind our treason with a bleeding God. 402:01,017[A ]| Would it were his (why should I fear to name, 402:01,018[A ]| Or you to hear 't?) at which we nobly aim! 402:01,019[A ]| Lives yet that hated enemy of our cause? 402:01,020[A ]| Lives he our mighty projects to oppose? 402:01,021[A ]| Can his weak innocence and heaven's care 402:01,022[A ]| Be thought security from what we dare? 402:01,023[A ]| Are you then Jesuits? are you so for nought? 402:01,024[A ]| In all the Catholic depths of treason taught? 402:01,025[A ]| In orthodox and solid poisoning read? 402:01,026[A ]| In each profounder art of killing bred? 402:01,027[A ]| And can you fail, or bungle in your trade? 402:01,028[A ]| Shall one poor life your cowardice upbraid? 402:01,029[A ]| Tame dastard slaves! who your profession shame, 402:01,030[A ]| And fix disgrace on our great founder's name. 402:01,031[A ]| Think what late sectaries (an ignoble crew, 402:01,032[A ]| Not worthy to be ranked in sin with you) 402:01,033[A ]| Inspired with lofty wickedness, durst do: 402:01,034[A ]| How from his throne they hurled a monarch down, 402:01,035[A ]| And doubly eased him of both life and crown: 402:01,036[A ]| They scorned in covert their bold act to hide, 402:01,037[A ]| In open face of heaven the work they did, 402:01,038[A ]| And braved its vengeance, and its powers defied. 402:01,039[A ]| This is his son, and mortal too like him, 402:01,040[A ]| Durst you usurp the glory of the crime; 402:01,041[A ]| And dare ye not? I know, you scorn to be 402:01,042[A ]| By such as they outdone in villainy, 402:01,043[A ]| Your proper province; true, you urged them on, 402:01,044[A ]| Were engines in the fact, but they alone 402:01,045[A ]| Share all the open credit and renown. 402:01,046[A ]| But hold! I wrong our church and cause, which need 402:01,047[A ]| No foreign instance, nor what others did: 402:01,048[A ]| Think on that matchless assassin, whose name 402:01,049[A ]| We with just pride can make our happy claim; 402:01,050[A ]| He, who at killing of an emperor, 402:01,051[A ]| To give his poison stronger force and power 402:01,052[A ]| Mixed a God with 't, and made it work more sure: 402:01,053[A ]| Blessed memory! which shall through age to come 402:01,054[A ]| Stand sacred in the lists of hell and Rome. 402:01,055[A ]| Let our great Clement, and Ravillac's name, 402:01,056[A ]| Your spirits to like heights of sin inflame; 402:01,057[A ]| Those mighty souls, who bravely chose to die 402:01,058[A ]| T'have each a royal ghost, their company: 402:01,059[A ]| Heroic act! and worth their tortures well, 402:01,060[A ]| Well worth the suffering of a double hell, 402:01,061[A ]| That they felt here, and that below they feel. 402:01,062[A ]| And if these cannot move you, as they should, 402:01,063[A ]| Let me and my example fire your blood: 402:01,064[A ]| Think on my vast attempt, a glorious deed, 402:01,065[A ]| Which durst the fates have suffered to succeed, 402:01,066[A ]| Had rivalled hell's most proud exploit and boast, 402:01,067[A ]| Even that, which would the king of fates deposed, 402:01,068[A ]| Cursed be the day, and ne'er in time enrolled, 402:01,069[A ]| And cursed the star, whose spiteful influence ruled 402:01,070[A ]| The luckless minute, which my project spoiled: 402:01,071[A ]| Curse on that power, who, of himself afraid, 402:01,072[A ]| My glory with my brave design betrayed: 402:01,073[A ]| Justly he feared, lest I, who strook so high 402:01,074[A ]| In guilt, should next blow up his realm and sky: 402:01,075[A ]| And so I had; at least I would have durst, 402:01,076[A ]| And failing, had got off with fame at worst. 402:01,077[A ]| Had you but half my bravery in sin, 402:01,078[A ]| Your work had never thus unfinished been: 402:01,079[A ]| Had I been man, and the great act to do; 402:01,080[A ]| H'ad died by this, and been what I am now, 402:01,081[A ]| Or what his father is: I would leap hell 402:01,082[A ]| To reach his life, though in the midst I fell, 402:01,083[A ]| And deeper than before. ~~ 402:01,084[A ]| Let rabble souls of narrow aim and reach 402:01,085[A ]| Stoop their vile necks, and dull obedience preach: 402:01,086[A ]| Let them with slavish awe (disdained by me) 402:01,087[A ]| Adore the purple rag of majesty, 402:01,088[A ]| And think 't a sacred relic of the sky: 402:01,089[A ]| Well may such fools a base subjection own, 402:01,090[A ]| Vassals to every ass, that loads a throne: 402:01,091[A ]| Unlike the soul, with which proud I was born, 402:01,092[A ]| Who could that sneaking thing a monarch scorn, 402:01,093[A ]| Spurn off a crown, and set my foot in sport 402:01,094[A ]| Upon the head, that wore it, trod in dirt. 402:01,095[A ]| But say, what is 't, that binds your hands? does fear 402:01,096[A ]| From such a glorious action you deter? 402:01,097[A ]| Or is 't religion? but you sure disclaim 402:01,098[A ]| That frivolous pretence, that empty name: 402:01,099[A ]| Mere bugbear-word, devised by us to scare 402:01,100[A ]| The senseless rout to slavishness and fear, 402:01,101[A ]| Ne'er known to awe the brave, and those that dare. 402:01,102[A ]| Such weak and feeble things may serve for checks 402:01,103[A ]| To rein and curb base-mettled heretics; 402:01,104[A ]| Dull creatures, whose nice bogling consciences 402:01,105[A ]| Startle, or strain at such slight crimes as these; 402:01,106[A ]| Such, whom fond inbred honesty befools, 402:01,107[A ]| Or that old musty piece the Bible gulls: 402:01,108[A ]| That hated book, the bulwark of our foes, 402:01,109[A ]| Whereby they still uphold their tottering cause. 402:01,110[A ]| Let no such toys mislead you from the road 402:01,111[A ]| Of glory, nor infect your souls with good: 402:01,112[A ]| Let never bold encroaching virtue dare 402:01,113[A ]| With her grim holy face to enter there, 402:01,114[A ]| No, not in very dream: have only will 402:01,115[A ]| Like fiends and me to covet and act ill: 402:01,116[A ]| Let true substantial wickedness take place, 402:01,117[A ]| Usurp and reign; let it the very trace 402:01,118[A ]| (If any yet be left) of good deface. 402:01,119[A ]| If ever qualms of inward cowardice 402:01,120[A ]| (The things, which some dull sots call conscience) rise 402:01,121[A ]| Make them in streams of blood and slaughter drown, 402:01,122[A ]| Or with new weights of guilt still press'em down. 402:01,123[A ]| Shame, faith, religion, honour, loyalty, 402:01,124[A ]| Nature it self, whatever checks there be 402:01,125[A ]| To loose and uncontrolled impiety, 402:01,126[A ]| Be all extinct in you; own no remorse 402:01,127[A ]| But that you've balked a sin, have been no worse, 402:01,128[A ]| Or too much pity shown. ~~ 402:01,129[A ]| Be diligent in mischief's trade, be each 402:01,130[A ]| Performing as a devil; nor stick to reach 402:01,131[A ]| At crimes most dangerous; where bold despair, 402:01,132[A ]| Mad lust and heedless blind revenge would ne'er 402:01,133[A ]| Even look, march you without a blush, or fear, 402:01,134[A ]| Inflamed by all the hazards, that oppose, 402:01,135[A ]| And firm, as burning martyrs, to your cause. 402:01,136[A ]| Then you're true Jesuits, then you're fit to be 402:01,137[A ]| Disciples of great Loyola and me: 402:01,138[A ]| Worthy to undertake, worthy a plot 402:01,139[A ]| Like this, and fit to scourge an Huguenot. 402:01,140[A ]| Plagues on that name! may swift confusion seize, 402:01,141[A ]| And utterly blot out the cursed race: 402:01,142[A ]| Thrice damned be that apostate monk, from whom 402:01,143[A ]| Sprung first these enemies of us and Rome: 402:01,144[A ]| Whose poisonous filth dropped from engendering brain, 402:01,145[A ]| By monstrous birth did the vile insects spawn, 402:01,146[A ]| Which now infest each country, and defile 402:01,147[A ]| With their o'erspreading swarms this goodly isle. 402:01,148[A ]| Once it was ours, and subject to our yoke, 402:01,149[A ]| 'Till a late reigning witch th'enchantment broke: 402:01,150[A ]| It shall again: hell and I say 't: have ye 402:01,151[A ]| But courage to make good the prophecy: 402:01,152[A ]| Not fate it self shall hinder. ~~ 402:01,153[A ]| Too sparing was the time, too mild the day, 402:01,154[A ]| When our great Mary bore the English sway: 402:01,155[A ]| Unqueen-like pity marred her royal power, 402:01,156[A ]| Nor was her purple dyed enough in gore. 402:01,157[A ]| Four or five hundred, such-like petty sum 402:01,158[A ]| Might fall perhaps a sacrifice to Rome, 402:01,159[A ]| Scarce worth the naming: had I had the power, 402:01,160[A ]| Or been thought fit t'have been her counsellor, 402:01,161[A ]| She should have raised it to a nobler score. 402:01,162[A ]| Big bonfires should have blazed and shone each day, 402:01,163[A ]| To tell our triumphs, and make bright our way: 402:01,164[A ]| And when 'twas dark, in every lane and street 402:01,165[A ]| Thick flaming heretics should serve to light 402:01,166[A ]| And save the needless charge of links by night: 402:01,167[A ]| Smithfield should still have kept a constant fire, 402:01,168[A ]| Which never should be quenched, never expire, 402:01,169[A ]| But with the lives of all the miscreant rout, 402:01,170[A ]| Till the last gasping breath had blown it out. 402:01,171[A ]| So Nero did, such was the prudent course 402:01,172[A ]| Taken by all his mighty successors, 402:01,173[A ]| To tame like heretics of old by force: 402:01,174[A ]| They scorned dull reason and pedantic rules 402:01,175[A ]| To conquer and reduce the hardened fools: 402:01,176[A ]| Racks, gibbets, halters were their arguments, 402:01,177[A ]| Which did most undeniably convince: 402:01,178[A ]| Grave bearded lions managed the dispute, 402:01,179[A ]| And reverend bears their doctrines did confute: 402:01,180[A ]| And all, who would stand out in stiff defence, 402:01,181[A ]| They gently clawed and worried into sense: 402:01,182[A ]| Better than all our Sorbonne dotards now, 402:01,183[A ]| Who would by dint of words our foes subdue. 402:01,184[A ]| This was the rigid discipline of old, 402:01,185[A ]| Which modern sots for persecution hold: 402:01,186[A ]| Of which dull annalists in story tell 402:01,187[A ]| Strange legends, and huge bulky volumes swell 402:01,188[A ]| With martyred fools, that lost their way to hell. 402:01,189[A ]| From these, our church's glorious ancestors, 402:01,190[A ]| We've learnt our arts and made their methods ours: 402:01,191[A ]| Nor have we come behind, the least degree, 402:01,192[A ]| In acts of rough and manly cruelty: 402:01,193[A ]| Converting faggots and the powerful stake 402:01,194[A ]| And sword resistless our apostles make. 402:01,195[A ]| This heretofore Bohemia felt, and thus 402:01,196[A ]| Were all the numerous proselites of Huss 402:01,197[A ]| Crushed with their head: So Waldo's cursed rout, 402:01,198[A ]| And those of Wickliff here were rooted out, 402:01,199[A ]| Their names scarce left. Sure were the means, we chose, 402:01,200[A ]| And wrought prevailingly: fire purged the dross 402:01,201[A ]| Of those foul heresies, and sovereign steel 402:01,202[A ]| Lopped off th'infected limbs the church to heal. 402:01,203[A ]| Renowned was that French brave, renowned his deed, 402:01,204[A ]| A deed, for which the day deserves its red 402:01,205[A ]| Far more than for a paltry saint, that died: 402:01,206[A ]| How goodly was the sight! how fine the show! 402:01,207[A ]| When Paris saw through all its channels flow 402:01,208[A ]| The blood of Huguenots; when the full Seine, 402:01,209[A ]| Swelled with the flood, its banks with joy o'erran! 402:01,210[A ]| He scorned like common murderers to deal 402:01,211[A ]| By parcels and piecemeal; he scorned retail 402:01,212[A ]| I'th'trade of death: whole myriads died by th'great, 402:01,213[A ]| Soon as one single life; so quick their fate, 402:01,214[A ]| Their very prayers and wishes came too late. 402:01,215[A ]| This a king did: and great and mighty 'twas, 402:01,216[A ]| Worthy his high degree, and power, and place, 402:01,217[A ]| And worthy our religion and our cause: 402:01,218[A ]| Unmatched 't had been, had not Macguire arose, 402:01,219[A ]| The bold Macguire (who, read in modern fame, 402:01,220[A ]| Can be a stranger to his worth and name?) 402:01,221[A ]| Born to outsin a monarch, born to reign 402:01,222[A ]| In guilt, and all competitors disdain: 402:01,223[A ]| Dread memory! whose each mention still can make 402:01,224[A ]| Pale heretics with trembling horror quake. 402:01,225[A ]| T'undo a kingdom, to achieve a crime 402:01,226[A ]| Like his, who would not fall and die like him? 402:01,227[A ]| Never had Rome a nobler service done, 402:01,228[A ]| Never had hell; each day came thronging down 402:01,229[A ]| Vast shoals of ghosts, and mine was pleased and glad, 402:01,230[A ]| And smiled, when it the brave revenge surveyed. 402:01,231[A ]| Nor do I mention these great instances 402:01,232[A ]| For bounds and limits to your wickedness: 402:01,233[A ]| Dare you beyond, something out of the road 402:01,234[A ]| Of all example, where none yet have trod, 402:01,235[A ]| Nor shall hereafter: what mad Catiline 402:01,236[A ]| Durst never think, nor's madder poet feign. 402:01,237[A ]| Make the poor baffled pagan fool confess, 402:01,238[A ]| How much a Christian crime can conquer his: 402:01,239[A ]| How far in gallant mischief overcome, 402:01,240[A ]| The old must yield to new and modern Rome. 402:01,241[A ]| Mix ills past, present, future, in one act; 402:01,242[A ]| One high, one brave, one great, one glorious fact, 402:01,243[A ]| Which hell and very I may envy ~~ 402:01,244[A ]| Such as a God himself might wish to be 402:01,245[A ]| A complice in the mighty villainy 402:01,246[A ]| And barter's heaven, and vouchsafe to die. 402:01,247[A ]| Nor let delay (the bane of enterprise) 402:01,248[A ]| Mar yours, or make the great importance miss. 402:01,249[A ]| This fact has waked your enemies and their fear; 402:01,250[A ]| Let it your vigour too, your haste, and care. 402:01,251[A ]| Be swift, and let your deeds forestall intent, 402:01,252[A ]| Forestall even wishes ere they can take vent, 402:01,253[A ]| Nor give the fates the leisure to prevent. 402:01,254[A ]| Let the full clouds, which a long time did wrap 402:01,255[A ]| Your gathering thunder, now with sudden clap 402:01,256[A ]| Break out upon your foes; dash and confound, 402:01,257[A ]| And spread avoidless ruin all around. 402:01,258[A ]| Let the fired city to your plot give light; 402:01,259[A ]| You razed it half before, now raze it quite. 402:01,260[A ]| Do 't more effectually; I'd see it glow 402:01,261[A ]| In flames unquenchable as those below. 402:01,262[A ]| I'd see the miscreants with their houses burn, 402:01,263[A ]| And all together into ashes turn. 402:01,264[A ]| Bend next your fury to the cursed divan, 402:01,265[A ]| That damned committee, whom the fates ordain 402:01,266[A ]| Of all our well-laid plots to be the bane. 402:01,267[A ]| Unkennel those state foxes, where they lie 402:01,268[A ]| Working your speedy fate and destiny. 402:01,269[A ]| Lug by the ears the doting prelates thence, 402:01,270[A ]| Dash heresy together with their brains 402:01,271[A ]| Out of their shattered heads. Lop off the lords 402:01,272[A ]| And commons at one stroke, and let your swords 402:01,273[A ]| Adjourn 'em all to th' other world ~~ 402:01,274[A ]| Would I were blessed with flesh and blood again, 402:01,275[A ]| But to be actor in that happy scene! 402:01,276[A ]| Yet thus I will be by, and glut my view; 402:01,277[A ]| Revenge shall take its fill, in state I'll go 402:01,278[A ]| With captive ghosts t'attend me down below. 402:01,279[A ]| Let these the handsells of your vengeance be, 402:01,280[A ]| Yet stop not here, nor flag in cruelty. 402:01,281[A ]| Kill like a plague or inquisition; spare 402:01,282[A ]| No age, degree, or sex; only to wear 402:01,283[A ]| A soul, only to own a life, be here 402:01,284[A ]| Thought crime enough to lose 't: no time nor place 402:01,285[A ]| Be sanctuary from your outrages. 402:01,286[A ]| Spare not in churches kneeling priests at prayer, 402:01,287[A ]| Though interceding for you, slay even there. 402:01,288[A ]| Spare not young infants smiling at the breast, 402:01,289[A ]| Who from relenting fools their mercy wrest: 402:01,290[A ]| Rip teeming wombs, tear out the hated brood 402:01,291[A ]| From thence, and drown 'em in their mothers blood. 402:01,292[A ]| Pity not virgins, nor their tender cries, 402:01,293[A ]| Though prostrate at your feet with melting eyes 402:01,294[A ]| All drowned in tears; strike home as 'twere in lust, 402:01,295[A ]| And force their begging hands to guide the thrust. 402:01,296[A ]| Ravish at th' altar, kill when you have done, 402:01,297[A ]| Make them your rapes, and victims too in one. 402:01,298[A ]| Nor let grey hoary hairs protection give 402:01,299[A ]| To age, just crawling on the verge of life: 402:01,300[A ]| Snatch from its leaning hands the weak support, 402:01,301[A ]| And with it knock 't into the grave with sport; 402:01,302[A ]| Brain the poor cripple with his crutch, then cry, 402:01,303[A ]| You've kindly rid him of his misery. 402:01,304[A ]| Seal up your ears to mercy, lest their words 402:01,305[A ]| Should tempt a pity, ram 'em with your swords 402:01,306[A ]| (Their tongues too) down their throats; let 'em not dare 402:01,307[A ]| To mutter for their souls a gasping prayer, 402:01,308[A ]| But in the utterance choke 't, and stab it there. 402:01,309[A ]| 'Twere witty handsome malice (could you do 't) 402:01,310[A ]| To make 'em die, and make 'em damned to boot. 402:01,311[A ]| Make children by one fate with parents die, 402:01,312[A ]| Kill even revenge in next posterity: 402:01,313[A ]| So you'll be pestered with no orphans' cries, 402:01,314[A ]| No childless mothers curse your memories. 402:01,315[A ]| Make death and desolation swim in blood 402:01,316[A ]| Throughout the land, with nought to stop the flood 402:01,317[A ]| But slaughtered carcasses; till the whole isle 402:01,318[A ]| Become one tomb, become one funeral pile; 402:01,319[A ]| Till such vast numbers swell the countless sum, 402:01,320[A ]| That the wide grave and wider hell want room. 402:01,321[A ]| Great was that tyrant's wish, which should be mine, 402:01,322[A ]| Did I not scorn the leavings of a sin; 402:01,323[A ]| Freely I would bestow 't on England now, 402:01,324[A ]| That the whole nation with one neck might grow, 402:01,325[A ]| To be sliced off, and you to give the blow. 402:01,326[A ]| What neither Saxon rage could here inflict, 402:01,327[A ]| Nor Danes more savage, nor the barbarous Pict; 402:01,328[A ]| What Spain nor eighty-eight could e'er devise, 402:01,329[A ]| With all its fleet and freight of cruelties; 402:01,330[A ]| What ne'er Medina wished, much less could dare, 402:01,331[A ]| And bloodier Alva would with trembling hear; 402:01,332[A ]| What may strike out dire prodigies of old, 402:01,333[A ]| And make their mild and gentler acts untold. 402:01,334[A ]| What heaven's judgments, nor the angry stars, 402:01,335[A ]| Foreign invasions, nor domestic wars, 402:01,336[A ]| Plague, fire, nor famine could effect or do; 402:01,337[A ]| All this and more be dared and done by you. 402:01,338[A ]| But why do I with idle talk delay 402:01,339[A ]| Your hands, and while they should be acting, stay? 402:01,340[A ]| Farewell ~~ 402:01,341[A ]| If I may waste a prayer for your success, 402:01,342[A ]| Hell be your aid, and your high projects bless! 402:01,343[A ]| May that vile wretch, if any here there be, 402:01,344[A ]| That meanly shrinks from brave iniquity; 402:01,345[A ]| If any here feel pity or remorse, 402:01,346[A ]| May he feel all I've bid you act, and worse! 402:01,347[A ]| May he by rage of foes unpitied fall, 402:01,348[A ]| And they tread out his hated soul to hell. 402:01,349[A ]| May 's name and carcass rot, exposed alike to be 402:01,350[A ]| The everlasting mark of grinning infamy.