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\ y £ - ¦ : !; . . ? r-- i U 0 Bv - ' ' ' . ^ T& £ hy < 4 $ * ^ £ fi ? ap < t ; bf >*<^« tBr > aIs e $ Hec ¥ lord s ? What' i » there in the oaia ^ to fri ghten us : 1 * opt aiy asiu as mighty as a Baroa ' s ? S £ ni $ r Piers « #£ / John Ball . PIERS (?* Tvi-Eit ) . JrlirVe 1 done well , my father?—* -I remember ed ' This good man lay in prison .
TYLER . My dear chi'd , Most well ; the people rise for liberty , And their first deed should be to break the chains That bind the virtuous : —O thou honest priest"How much hast thou endured !
JOHN BALL . Why aye my friend ! These squalid rags bespeak what I hare suffered . I was revil'd- —insulted—left to languish In a damp dungeon ; but I bore it cheerily—My heart was glad—for I have done my duty . I pifcied ray oppressors , and 1 sorrowed For the poor men of England .
TYLER . They have felt Their strength—* look round this heath ! ' tis thronged with men Ardent for freedom ; mighty i * the event That waits their fortune .
JOHN BALL . I would fain address them . TYLER . T > o so , my friend , and teach to them their duty ; Remind them of their long withholden rights . What ho there ! silence !
PflERS . Silence there , ray friends , This good naan would address yon . HOB , Aye , aye , hear him—He is no mealy mouthed court orator , To flatter vice , and pamper lordly pride .
JOHN BALL . Friends ! Brethien ! for ye are my brethren all ; Englishmen mjet / in arms fo advocate The ^ caxise cdf freedom ! , hear me ! pause . awfiilft , . . ¦ In the career of vengeance ; . it . is true J am a priest ; bu £ s as Uicse rags may
speak . Not one who riots in the poor roan ' s spoil , 0 v trades with his religion . I am one Who preaclTthe ia « r-of < Jlirist , ' afid in my -- ¦» - *• • --. lift , --Would practise what he taag » ht . ' The Son • of < God - V ' ' ••¦ * ' " •( ' . »¦<
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Came tK > t to yo& > i » -p ^ wef :: —rhombl < j > i » 1 mien , - - - - - - . rv- ^ A * Lowly in heart , tl » e man -of Nazareth Prcach'd mercy , justice ^ Iovjc : . **_ . Woe-unto ye , Ye that are rich :- ^ -if thM ye woyM ^ e s ^ ved , Sell that ye have , and give unto the |> ooKy So taught the Saviour : oh , fuy hoiu' ^ t friends 1
Have ye not felt the strong indignant throb Of justice in your bosoms , to behold The lordly baron feasting on your spoils ? Have you not in your hearts arraign ed the 5 lot That gave him on the couch of luxury To pillow his head , and pass the festive day In sportive feasts , and ease , and revelry ? Have you not often in your conscience ask'd Why is the difference , wherefore should that man No worthier than myself , thus lord it over
me , And bid me labour , and enjoy the fruits } TIk ? God within your breasts has argu < i 4 thus ! The voice of truth has murraur'd ; came ye not . l As helpless to the world ?—shines not the
sun With equal ray on both ?—fio ye not fe ^ I *' The self-same winds of heaven as keenly parch ye ? . : *> ¦ Abundant is the earth—theSire of all ,, a Saw and pronoune'd that it was very goq 4-Look round ; the vernal lie Ids- smile witk
new flowers , .- ¦ ••«* . The budding orchard perfumes the suit breeze , And the green corn waves to the passing gale . There is enough for all , but your p roiQfd baron Stands up , and , arrogant of strength , cii * claims , ** I am a lord—by nature I am rK > blc ; j >' These fields are mine , for 1 was bonj to
them , I was born in the castj / e—yop » VW ** wretches , * ' f Whelp'd in the cottage , are by binh my slaves . * ' '' * ¦ Almighty Crod \ such blasphe « iies are ufter'd ! Almighty God ! such blasphemies belitjv ' in
TOM MILLER . This is something like a sermon . ¦• . JACK STRAW . Where ' s the bishop Would tell you truths like thesu ? : * I j < r * .
HOB , There wasnettr ft bfehop aiirimg ^ aft ' tnt apdfetles . - - ' " -- ^ j orrv jBA-Mi . 1 ^^^ ' : ' M ^ hre « iftn' ' - ^ 7 ¦ ' ' ' - 7 ' • " "•*¦ *
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), March 2, 1817, page 173, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2462/page/45/
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