Frets like a war-horse on the curb, to strike
These bold man-haters down. 'Twill come, 'twill come!
And I will quench this fire in a revenge
Deep as our sufferings, sweeping as their wrongs!"
Another magnificent passage was the reply of Cade to the question of the insurrectionists, what they should demand if they rose. He replied,—mien, voice, and words, soul, face, and tongue, all conspiring to one electric result of eloquence,—
"God's first gift,—the blessed spirit
Which he breathed o'er the earth.—
'Tis that which nerves the weak and stirs the strong;
Which makes the peasant's heart beat quick and high,
When on his hill he meets the uprising sun