Heed him not, my friends; but proceed with the good work.

Liberate the poor plague prisoners.

Liberate them.

On! on!" "Forbear, rash men" cried Bloundel, in an authoritative voice.

"In the name of those you are bound to obey, I command you to desist." "Command us!" cried one of the bystanders, raising his staff in a menacing manner.