I shut my ears with my hands, yet could I not shut out that clangor of hell.

I shut my eyes, closer than you have shut them for me now.

I fled, I knew not where, terror pursuing me.

And yet I saw, and do now see, the Duke sitting with crossed hands as if at prayers, and the Red Axe standing motionless before the men-at-arms, pointing with one hand to the Duke's vengeance! Shall I tell you now why I am not afraid ?" After hearing these words it was small wonder that they cried yet more against me.
"Death to the traitor--bloody death--like that which he has rejoiced in!" "Nay, my friends," said I, "it was because of the death of Hans Pulitz and that of others that I would strengthen the hands of liberty and make an end of tyranny.

But not, an' it please you, with child's plays and the cast-off garmentry of tyrants.