VEL. Desist! I'll be obeyed! why all this rant? FRAN. Think what a gentle people moan and bleed! O when will our blest Savior send his love Through all the hearts of his pretended friends, And make them mighty in appeals of peace? VEL. Strange doctrines these, CORT. To deal to champions of the Lord of hosts! FRAN. O, name not Him as pleased with works like yours! ED. Came not his Son to conquer ? FRAN. Indeed, indeed he did! But not as vulgar Alexander conquered! Not to grieve men with wounds, and chains, and deaths! Not to turn paradises to perditions, Pierce the pure heavens with shriekings of dis tress, And float to glory on a sea of blood! O no! He came-the blessed Savior came To conquer all unkindnesses on earth!— Came to cast down the Prince of proud oppressors, And bring his mild beatitudes to reign! VEL. What vagaries are these? CORT. The old wives' fables 'Gainst which methinks our holv Peter warned. FRAN. The sweetest tidings of sweet Christ are they! The royal angel host announcing him Warbled the strain as heaven's miraculous music; While hill to hill bore on the dulcet joy, And star to star the affluent anthem pealed. REVENGE. (Scene from a Drama.) DAY K. LEE. [Enter Owasco, Tlaslson, and Cubans.] 1st CUBAN, I will nor doubt nor tremble more. T' invent worse torments for them. And what joys! And fire our songs, as we behold their griefs. 2d CUBAN. Revenge comes sweeter than the rose's breath When triumphs justice over her assailants! OwASCO. Leave Caribs to revenge and talks of torture. TLASLON. Revenge were sweet and beautiful to me, 1st. CUBAN. I'd gnash my keen teeth on them, feared I not Infection from th' infernals. I would flay 'em ; But most I joy to know each brave of you 2d CUBAN. What! shall we love them then? TLASLON. Love a Spaniard ? OWASCO. Loves not the Great Good Spirit all that live? Loves he not vilest creatures of the earth? Lizards and spiders, toads and crocodiles, Making each happy in its loathly sphere ? Loves be not Spaniards, that they are his creatures And hold a being in a world so blest? We may repel them from their work of wo, Dealing them death as they were brute assailants; But shall we not so like our Maker rise, To scorn all torturing of our captive kind? |