Pro. My son did thus!
Are thy words oracles, that I should search
Their hidden meaning out? What did my son?
I have forgot the tale. Repeat it, quick!
Gui. ’Twill burst upon thee all too soon. While we
Were busy at the dark and solemn rites
Of retribution; while we bathed the earth
In red libations, which will consecrate
The soil they mingled with to freedom’s step
Through the long march of ages: ’twas his task