“Messieurs of the Convention, Gentlemen!
“Hav’n’t ye rebell’d against your sovereign?”—“Stuff.”
“Deposed him?”—“Nonsense.” “Murder’d him?”—“What then?”
“Usurp’d his place and kingdom?”—“Like enough!”
“Hav’n’t ye bullied Princes far and near,
“Encroach’d upon your neighbours, ’gainst all Law?
“Without Religion, Honour, Faith, or Fear,
“Sworn and forsworn yourselves?”—“O, ça ira.”
“Nay, Gentlemen, I speak not to upbraid:
“Rather, I’d say, you seem to need a spur:
“Hav’n’t ye still some object of your dread,
“Some innocent young Prince, your prisoner?
“Poison him—stab him—put him out o’ th’ way—
“Is that so monstrous?—Nay, you have a pattern:
“Do as I bid you, then stand up, and say,
“We are now upon a par with Royal Kattern.”