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He rushed to the place where Rienzi stood for the Tribune also rose, and made a thrust at his breast with his dagger; the steel pierced the purple robe, yet glanced harmlessly away and the Tribune regarded the disappointed murtherer with a scornful smile. "Till yesternight, I never dreamt that under the robe of state I should need the secret corselet," said he.
That wit which is thereby to be perfected or made stayd, is nothing but Experientia longa malorum; The experience of manie euills: the experience that such a man lost his life by this folly, another by that: such a young Gallant consumed his substance on such a Curtizan: these courses of reuenge a Merchant of Venice tooke against a Merchant of Ferrara: and this poynt of iustice was shewed by the Duke vppon the murtherer.
"Then we shall have him," said the other. "It shall never be said, whilst I am bailiff of Southampton, that any waster, riever, draw-latch or murtherer came scathless away from me and my posse. Leave that rogue lying. Now stretch out in line, my merry ones, with arrow on string, and I shall show you such sport as only the King can give.
My Lord, his Highnes putts into your hand A sword of Justice: draw it forth, I charge you By the oath made to your king, to smite this Traytour, The murtherer of my father! Man. Hen. Yes, thou: Thou, slave, hast bene his Executioner. Man. Where? when? Hen. There, there; in France. Man. Oh heavenly powers! Hen. Oh, intollerable villaine! parricide! Monster of mankind! Spaniards shame! Fer.
Where are these gentlemen? sett 'em both to a Barre And opposite, face to face: a Confrontation May perhaps daunt th'offender & draw from him More then he'de utter. You accuse your Brother As murtherer of your father: where's the proofe? Hen. First call my fathers man in. Clark. What's his name? Hen. Buzzano. Clark. Call Buzzano in! Enter Buzzano. Buz. Here I am, here. Clark.
"Yet no ravisher," said another, laughing wildly. "Nor murtherer," muttered a third, pressing his hand to his breast. "'Tis not against him that my father's blood cries aloud." "Bless him," said a fourth, "for as yet no man curses him!" "Ah, God help us!" said an old man, with a long grey beard, leaning on his staff: "The serpent's young yet; the fangs will show by and by."
"For this man is Peter Peterson, a very noted rieve, draw-latch, and murtherer, who has wrought much evil for many years in the parts about Winchester. It was but the other day, upon the feasts of the blessed Simon and Jude, that he slew my younger brother William in Bere Forest for which, by the black thorn of Glastonbury!
There abstruse Points are commonly and solemnly Discuss'd here; and these People are such Hereticks, that they say God's Decrees are all subservient to the means of his Providence; That what we call Providence is a subjecting all things to the great Chain of Causes and Consequences, by which that one Grand Decree, That all Effects shall Obey, without reserve to their proper moving Causes, supercedes all subsequent Doctrines, or pretended Decrees, or Predestination in the World: That by this Rule, he that will kill himself, GOD, Nature, Providence, or Decree, will not be concern'd to hinder him, but he shall Die; any Decrees, Predestination, or Fore-Knowledge of Infinite Power, to the contrary in any wise, notwithstanding that it is in a Man's Power to throw himself into the Water, and be Drown'd; and to kill another Man, and he shall Die, and to say, God appointed it, is to make him the Author of Murther, and to injure the Murtherer in putting him to Death for what he could not help doing.
Hall, Grafton, and Bale all tell the story, but the martyrologist added thereto an accusation against an innocent person, which, although satisfactorily refuted by Holinshed, remains in the pages of the Acts and Monuments to this day. Foxe says: "The murtherer so covertly was concealed, till at length by the confession of Doctor Incent, Dean of St.
Rienzi waited not a second and better-directed blow; as the assassin yet stooped, groping in the uncertain light, he threw on him all the weight and power of his large and muscular frame, wrenched the stiletto from the bravo's hand, and dashing him on the bed, placed his knee on his breast. The stiletto rose gleamed descended the murtherer swerved aside, and it pierced only his right arm.
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