His passions awakened at the sight of Lesley's inaction needed but this last breath to fan it into a very blaze of wrath.

And what he said to them touching themselves, their country, and the Kirk Committee that had made sheep of them, was so bitter and contemptuous that none but men in the most parlous and pitiable of conditions could have suffered it.
He was still hurling vituperations at them when Colonel Pride with a troop of Parliamentarian horse--having completely overcome the resistance at the Sidbury Gate--rode into the town.

At the news of this, Crispin made a last appeal to the infantry.
"Afoot, you Scottish curs!" he thundered.

"Would you rather be cut to pieces as you stand?
Up, you dogs, and since you know not how to live, die at least without shame!" But in vain did he rail.

In sullen quiet they remained, their weapons on the ground before them.