I, sick, Sorry, and aged, hasten.

I have heard Whispers that out of heaven dropped unaware.
I caught them up, and sith they bode men harm, I am ready for to comfort them; yea, more, To counsel, and I will that they drive forth The women, the abhorred of my soul; Let not a woman breathe where I shall pass, Lest the curse fall, and that she bruise my head.
Friends, if it be their mind to send for me An army, and triumphant draw me on In the golden car ye wot of, and with shouts, I would not that ye hinder them.

Ah, then Will I make hard their hearts, and grieve Him sore, That loves them, O, by much too well to wet Their stately heads, and soil those locks of strength Under the fateful brine.

Then afterward, While He doth reason vainly with them, I Will offer Him a pact: 'Great King, a pact, And men shall worship Thee, I say they shall, For I will bid them do it, yea, and leave To sacrifice their kind, so Thou my name Wilt suffer to be worshipped after Thine.'" "Yea, my lord Satan," quoth they, "do this thing, And let us hear thy words, for they are sweet." Then he made answer, "By a messenger Have I this day been warned.

There is a deed I may not tell of, lest the people add Scorn to a Coming Greatness to their faults.
Why this?
Who careth when about to slay, And slay indeed, how well they have deserved Death, whom he slayeth?
Therefore yet is hid A meaning of some mercy that will rob The nether world.