[{"node":{"title":"Ferg020","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg020","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Peace, Terror, Kinsmen","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg020","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Ferg020_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffBut each good year has seen its harvests three,\nOf blade, of ear, of fruit, apple and nut\nPeace until now in all his realm has reigned,\nAnd terror of just laws kept men secure.\nWhat though, by love constrained, in passion's hour,\nI joined my fortunes to the desperate fates\nOf hapless kinsmen, I repent it now,\nAnd wish that rigorous law had had its course\nSooner than this good king should now be slain.\" \n\n\" Not spoken like a brother,\" Ingcel said,\n\" Nor one who feels for brothers by the side\nOf a grey father butchered, as I feel.\" \n\n\" 'Twas blind chance-medley, and we knew them\nnot,\nFor kin of thine,\" said Ferragon ; \" but he,\nThis king, is kin of ours ; and that thou knowest\nWith seasonable warning : it were woe\nTo slay him.\"\n\" Woe it were, perchance, to thee ;\nTo me, 'twere joy to slay both him and them ;\n'Twere blood for blood, and what my soul desires.\nMy father was a king : my brethren seven\nWere princely nurtured. Think'st thou I for them\nFeel not compassion ? nourish not desire\nOf vengeance ? No. I stand upon the oaths\nYe swore me ; I demand my spoil for spoil,\nMy blood for blood.\" \n\n\" 'Tis just,\" said Fergobar,\n\" We promised and will make the bargain good.\"\n\" Yet take the spoil we own to be thy right \n","Type":"Text"}}]