A Speech of Lord Hastings, in ROWE'S JANE SHORE

"Remember him, the Villain, righteous Heaven, "In thy great Day of Vengeance: Blast the Traitor "And his pernicious Councels; who for Wealth, "For Power, the Pride of Greatness, or Revenge, "Would plunge his native Land in Civil Wars.

"Have we so soon forgot those Days of Ruin, "When York and Lancaster drew forth their Battles! "When, like a Matron, butcher'd by her Sons, "And cast beside some common Way a Spectacle "Of Horror and Affright to Passers by, "Our groaning Country bled at every Vein, "When Murders, Rapes, and Massacrees prevail'd; "When Churches, Palaces and Cities blas'd; "When Insolence and Barbarism triumph'd, "And swept away Distinction; Peasants trod "Upon the Necks of Nobles; low were laid "The reverend Crosier, and the holy Mitre, "And Desolation cover'd all the Land: "Who can remember this, and not, like me, "Here vow to sheath a Dagger in his Heart, "Whose damn'd Ambition would renew those Horrors, "And set, once more, that Scene of Blood before us?