Silence, comrade! Will you tell us briefly, good father, what is your errand here? FATHER Dom. I am delegated by the high justices, on whose sentence hangs life or death--ye thieves--ye incendiaries--ye villains--ye venomous generation of vipers, crawling about in the dark, and stinging in secret--ye refuse of humanity--brood of hell--food for ravens and worms--colonists for the gallows and the wheel-- (SCHWEITZER: Dog! a truce with your foul tongue! or ------) Fie, fie, Schweitzer! You cut the thread of his discourse. He has got his sermon so nicely by heart. Pray go on, Sir! "for the gallows and the wheel?" FATHER Dom. And thou, their precious captain!--commander-in-chief of cut-purses!--king of sharpers! Grand Mogul of all the rogues under the sun!--great prototype of that first hellish ringleader who imbued a thousand legions of innocent angels with the flame of rebellion, and drew them down with him into the bottomless pit of damnation! The agonizing cries of bereaved mothers pursue thy footsteps! Thou drinkest blood like water! and thy murderous knife holds men cheaper than air-bubbles!

Charles Monologue from The Robbers

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