For liberty and vengeance!
Lacy. Wrong on wrong!
Are there no bolts in heaven?
Aylmere. No swords on earth?
He’ll ever be a slave, who does not right
Himself. The heavens fight not for cravens. Let us strike,
Strike for ourselves, and Heaven will strike for us.
The ensuing are nervous and striking.
All would o’ertop their fellows;
And every rank—the lowest—hath its height