But I didn't come to hold a discussion with you on that point, I came to ask for advice and you tell me to lower my head before grotesque idols!" "Yes, I repeat it, because here you must either lower your head or lose it." "Either lower my head or lose it!" repeated Ibarra thoughtfully.

"The dilemma is hard! But why?
Is love for my country incompatible with love for Spain?
Is it necessary to debase oneself to be a good Christian, to prostitute one's conscience in order to carry out a good purpose?
I love my native land, the Philippines, because to it I owe my life and my happiness, because every man should love his country.

I love Spain, the fatherland of my ancestors, because in spite of everything the Philippines owes to it, and will continue to owe, her happiness and her future.

I am a Catholic, I preserve pure the faith of my fathers, and I do not see why I have to lower my head when I can raise it, to give it over to my enemies when I can humble them!" "Because the field in which you wish to sow is in possession of your enemies and against them you are powerless.

It is necessary that you first kiss the hand that--" But the youth let him go no farther, exclaiming passionately, "Kiss their hands! You forget that among them they killed my father and threw his body from the tomb! I who am his son do not forget it, and that I do not avenge it is because I have regard for the good name of the Church!" The old Sage bowed his head as he answered slowly: "Senor Ibarra, if you preserve those memories, which I cannot counsel you to forget, abandon the enterprise you are undertaking and seek in some other way the welfare of your countrymen.