"Let us run away," said Jane:
"How that horrid rebel raves!"
—"No, my darling, these are slaves!"
As we ran, a monster-crowd
Stopp'd us, uttering vengeance loud;
Giving nobles to the halter,
Cursing England's throne and altar,
Brandishing their pikes and staves.
"Love," said Jane, "are all these slaves?"
[Greek: Aion]