It is a wretched, disgusting, and contemptible mob--this people! They are obedient and humble only when they tremble and feel the lash.

Only when they are trampled in the dust, do they acknowledge that we are their master; and when we have racked them and burnt, they have respect for our excellency.

We must, however, brand royalty on their bodies so that they may be sensible of it as a reality.

And by the eternal God, we will do that! Give me the pen here that I may sign and ratify these warrants.

But dip the pen well, your highness, for there are eight warrants, and I must write my name eight times.