Man, you have a heart of iron; you have the courage of Caesar or Alexander; you have the chance of doing what no Englishman could ever do--Cromwell, or any other.

Well, then, don't you see the fateful moment has come in Irish life and history?
Strife everywhere! Alone, what can we do?
Alone, if we try to shake off the yoke that binds us we shall be shattered, and our last end be worse than our first.

But with French ships, French officers and soldiers, French guns and ammunition, with the trained men of the French army to take control here, what amelioration of our weakness, what confidence and skill on our side! Can you doubt what the end will be?
Answer me, man, don't you see it all?
Isn't it clear to you?
Doesn't such a cause enlist you ?" With a sudden burst of primitive anger, Dyck got to his feet, staggering a little, but grasping the fatal meaning of the whole thing.

He looked Erris Boyne in the eyes.

His own were bloodshot and dissipated, but there was a look in them of which Boyne might well take heed.
Boyne had not counted on Dyck's refusal; or, if it had occurred to him, the remedy, an ancient one, was ready to his fingers.