SURRENDER. OR GUILTY IN DEFENSE BE THUS DESTROYED. —“Take pity of your town an

SURRENDER. OR GUILTY IN DEFENSE BE THUS DESTROYED.

—“Take pity of your town and of your people,

Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command;

Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace

O’erblows the filthy and contagious clouds

Of heady murder, spoil and villany.

If not, why, in a moment look to see

The blind and bloody soldier with foul hand

Defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daughters;

Your fathers taken by the silver beards,

And their most reverend heads dash’d to the walls,

Your naked infants spitted upon pikes,

Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confused

Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry

At Herod’s bloody-hunting slaughtermen.

What say you? will you yield, and this avoid,

Or, guilty in defence, be thus destroy’d?”—

No mercy. Rule of law or heady murder.

Welcome to the revolution.