False priest? True priest! true to the lying trade
That I have taught thy smug-faced brotherhood!
The old, old doom! My sword against myself!
As once it was, so ever must it be!
Well, go thy ways!
Go to thy kennel, dog Dominican,[A]
And gnaw the fleshless bones of thy dead joy!
The end has yet to come, and Time’s my friend.
But, oh! just Heaven,
Is the fight fair, when this mine enemy