[{"node":{"title":"Ferg023","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg023","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Brooch, Comrades, Brave","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg023","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/Ferg023_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff\" The onset shall be given, unless the heavens\nFall solid on us ! \" answered Ger and Gel.\n\" The onset shall be given ! \" replied they all\nThen Lomna, \u2014 laying his brooch upon the heap, \u2014\n\" Who first returns \u2014 but I shall not return \u2014\nTo take his stone again, take also this ;\nAnd, for the rest of what my sword has gained,\nShare it among you. I forgive you all,\nAnd bid you all farewell ; for nothing now\nRemains for me but death : \" and with the word\nHe struck his dagger in his heart, and fell. \n\n\" Kings, lords, and men of war,\" said Ferragon,\n\" Comrades till now, the man whose body lies\nBefore us, though we used to call him fool\nBecause his heart was softer and his speech\nMore delicate than ours, I now esteem\nBoth wise and brave, and noble in his death\nHe spoke me truly, for he knew my heart\nUnspoken, when he said 'twas not through fear\nOf death I spoke dissuading ; but through fear\nOf conscience : but your hearts I better knew\nLeaving unspoken what was in my own ;\nFor well indeed I knew how vain it were\nTo talk of pity, love, or tenderness\nTo bloody-minded and to desperate men.\nTherefore I told you, and I told you true\nWhat loss to reckon of your wretched lives.\nEntering this dragons' den ; but did not tell\nThe horror and the anguish sharp as death\nIn my own bosom entering as I knew\nThe pictured presence of each faithful friend,\nAnd of that sire revered, ye now consign\nTo massacre and bloody butchery.\nAnd that 'twas love that swayed me, and not fear.\nTake this for proof : \" and drew and slew himself. \n","Type":"Text"}}]