Denotes the brimful sorrow of the heart:
Pity disgraces not the manlike brow;
And yet it suits but ill the present crisis,
When our best strength and wisdom both are needful,
To stem this black, this damn’d conspiracy!
For bloody war and foul rebellion lurk
Beneath the mask of cruel treachery,
Which, i’ th’ present, is so plainly shewn,
By the brutal deed of these vile Scotsmen!
Then let not drowsy thought deter our purpose,