I felt it written—Vengeance is not ours!”—
“Well, Ellis, well!—I find these female foes, 850
Or good or ill, will murder our repose;
And we, when Satan tempts them, take the cup,
The fruit of their foul sin, and drink it up;
But shall our pity all our claims remit,
And we the sinners of their guilt acquit?”—
“And what, Sir Owen, will our vengeance do? }
It follows us when we our foe pursue, }
And, as we strike the blow, it smites the smiters too.”— }