Quick! quick! I have sworn their destruction, and will keep my oath.

What matter if I perish with them?
Give me the torch, I say, or it will be too late.

Is the powder damp that it will not kindle?
And see! the torch is expiring--it is gone out! Distraction!--to be baffled thus! Why do you stand and glare at me with your stony eyes?
Who are those with you?
Fiends!--no! they are armed men.

They seize me--they drag me before a grave assemblage.

What is that hideous engine?
The rack!--Bind me on it--break every limb--ye shall not force me to confess--ha! ha! I laugh at your threats--ha! ha!" "Mother of mercy! release him from this torture!" cried Viviana.
"So! ye have condemned me," continued Fawkes, "and will drag me to execution.