Wat Tyler - Act III
PIERS (meeting JOHN BALL.)
You look disturb'd, my father?
Piers, I am so.
Jack Straw has forced the Tower: seized the Archbishop,
And beheaded him.
The curse of insurrection!
Aye, Piers! our nobles level down their vassals—
Keep them at endless labour like their brutes,
Degrading every faculty by servitude:
Repressing all the energy of the mind.
We must not wonder then, that like wild beasts,
When they have burst their chains, with brutal rage
They revenge them on their tyrants.
He was oppressive to his humble vassals:
Proud, haughty, avaricious.—
A true high-priest!
Preaching humility with his mitre on!
Praising up alms and Christian charity
Even whilst his unforgiving hand distress'd
His honest tenants.
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