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Rh Let the fired city to your plot give light; You razed it half before, now raze it quite. Do 't more effectually; I'd see it glow In flames unquenchable as those below; I'd see the miscreants with their houses burn, And all together into ashes turn. Bend next your fury to the cursed divan; That damned committee, whom the fates ordain Of all our well-laid plots to be the bane. Unkennel those state foxes where they lie Working your speedy fate and destiny. Lug by the ears the doting prelates thence, Dash heresy together with their brains Out of their shattered heads. Lop off the lords And commons at one stroke, and let your swords Adjourn them all to the other world. Would I were blest with flesh and blood again, But to be actor in that happy scene! Yet thus I will be by, and glut my view, Revenge shall take its fill, in state I'll go With captive ghosts to attend me down below. Let these the handsels of your vengeance be, But stop not here, nor flag in cruelty.