<> Ferg021 Conary Linen Hall Library 1880 Linen Hall Library Saturday, March 12, 2016 TIFF Ferg021 Manuscript Plunder, Port, Grieve English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg021 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Ferg021_2.jpg LHL Archive Elsewhere," said Ferragon ; " not here nor now. We gave thee licence, and we grant it still. To take a plunder : look around and choose What trading port, what dealers' burgh ye will, We give it, and will help you to the gain." " We gave thee licence," Lomna said, — " and I Grieve that we gave it, yea, or took the like, — To take a plunder ; but we gave thee not Licence to take the life, the soul itself Of our whole nation, as you now would do For, slay our reverend sages of the law, Slay him who puts the law they teach in act ; Slay our sweet poets, and our sacred bards, Who keep the continuity of time By fame perpetual of renowned deeds ; Slay our experienced captains who prepare The youth for martial manhood, and the charge Of public freedom, as befits a state Self-governed, self-sufficing, self-contained ; Slay all that minister our loftier life, Now by this evil chance assembled here, You leave us but the carcass of a state, A rabble ripe to rot, and yield the land To foreign masters and perpetual shame." Said Ingcel, " This night's plunder is my own, And paid for. I shall take it here and now. I heed not Lomna's airy rhetoric ; But this I say, and mark it, Ferragon : Let him who would turn craven, if he will, Take up his stone and go : and take withal Contempt of valiant men." Said Lomna Druth, " He is no craven, Ingcel ; nor am I. Text