:48:00
[Shouts]
[Rumbling]
:48:08
[Men shouting]
:48:15
[Explosion]
:48:24
How yet resolves
the governor of the town?
:48:27
This is the latest parle
we will admit.
:48:31
Therefore, to our best mercy
give yourselves,
:48:34
or, like to men proud of
destruction, defy us to our worst.
:48:39
For as I am a soldier, if I
begin the battery once again,
:48:42
I will not leave
the half-achieved Harflew...
:48:44
till in her ashes
she lie buried.
:48:48
Therefore,
you men of Harflew,
:48:51
take pity of your town
and of your people...
:48:54
whiles yet my soldiers
are in my command,
:48:57
whiles yet the cool
and temperate wind of grace...
:49:01
o'erblows the filthy
and contagious clouds...
:49:05
of heady murder,
spoil and villainy!
:49:10
If not, why, in a moment
look to see...
:49:15
the blind and bloody
soldier with foul hand...
:49:19
defile the locks of your shrill,
shrieking daughters,
:49:22
your fathers taken
by their silvered beards...
:49:25
and their most reverend heads
dashed to the walls,
:49:28
your naked infants
spitted upon pikes...
:49:31
whiles the mad mothers
with their howls confused...
:49:36
do break the clouds!
:49:40
What say you?
:49:42
Will you yield and this avoid?
:49:46
Or, guilty in defense,
:49:50
be thus destroyed?
:49:53
The Dauphin, of whose
succor we entreated,
:49:57
returns us that his powers are not
yet ready to raise so great a siege.