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I do beseech ye, for that ye yourselves Hereafter may be wrung with deep compunction, When the good citizens of Lubeck, moved With gratitude for the brave father, coupled With pity for the son of such a parent, Shall scowl upon ye as you pass along Her public streets, as those who, in his misery, Denied some weeks of respite to the offspring Of their once loved commander. I do appeal to all within these walls, The citizens of this my native city; I do appeal to every honest man Of whate'er town or kingdom; yea, to those Who, banish'd forth from the community Of social man, have but the forest waste For their wild home, and for their polity The light of untaught reason, whether this, Your pitiless refusal of my suit, Be not at enmity with every sympathy Of common nature. I appeal to all. He's right, he's right; he speaks good reason, sooth!

Silence in the court.

Ye pity me, and I do thank you for it.