To be thus used? This is the strangers’ case;
And this your mountainish inhumanity."
William Shakespeare, in "Sir Thomas More," Act 2, Scene 4 (c. 1590s)
To be thus used? This is the strangers’ case;
And this your mountainish inhumanity."
William Shakespeare, in "Sir Thomas More," Act 2, Scene 4 (c. 1590s)
To find a nation of such barbarous temper,
That, breaking out in hideous violence,
Would not afford you an abode on earth,
Whet their detested knives against your throats,
Spurn you like dogs, and like as if that God
Owed not nor made not you [...]
To find a nation of such barbarous temper,
That, breaking out in hideous violence,
Would not afford you an abode on earth,
Whet their detested knives against your throats,
Spurn you like dogs, and like as if that God
Owed not nor made not you [...]
Should so much come too short of your great trespass
As but to banish you, whither would you go?
What country, by the nature of your error,
Should give you harbor? [...]
Why, you must needs be strangers:
Should so much come too short of your great trespass
As but to banish you, whither would you go?
What country, by the nature of your error,
Should give you harbor? [...]
Why, you must needs be strangers:
With self same hand, self reasons, and self right,
Would shark on you, and men like ravenous fishes
Would feed on one another.
With self same hand, self reasons, and self right,
Would shark on you, and men like ravenous fishes
Would feed on one another.
How insolence and strong hand should prevail,
How order should be quelled; and by this pattern
Not one of you should live an aged man,
How insolence and strong hand should prevail,
How order should be quelled; and by this pattern
Not one of you should live an aged man,
Their babies at their backs and their poor luggage,
Plodding to the ports and coasts for transportation,
And that you sit as kings in your desires,
Authority quite silent by your brawl,
And you in ruff of your opinions clothed;
What had you got?
Their babies at their backs and their poor luggage,
Plodding to the ports and coasts for transportation,
And that you sit as kings in your desires,
Authority quite silent by your brawl,
And you in ruff of your opinions clothed;
What had you got?