D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 182: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

First Sword, then Sceptre. 171 war with Spain! you, with no friend in Christendom!’ cried the astonished monk. “Beware of the Heavenly wrath! Reject the word of the Lord through his Ser- vant, and you will be rejected from being King over Israel! Think of the Papal ire. Oh, remember ” and he chanted ‘with no more reverence than if he were re- citing a barrack-room lilt, on an air of Palestrina’s: “Where wrath of God is, The heavy rod is That ruins our bodies!” “Peace!” thundered the duke. “Enough with such supremacy!” that even the reformed Mariagalante was hushed. In the silence, at the distance, a trumpet blast was to be heard, on land; while, at sea, the detonation of a heavy gun resounded. All lifted their heads, and while a cloud darkened the duke and duchess, the light which their countenance lost seemed reflected upon the monk’s and the two envoys. They felt satisfaction in some degree. “Gentlemen, nothing that you had to say dissuades me from my resolve. My colors are stitched to my cap! King Philip wished me to be his pensioner; but one may buy his ease too dear! King Philip wished to rock me to my death in the cradle of a bombarded man-of-war! Yea, out at sea there !—that shot too clearly reminds me! for these deeds shun the eye of man! He tried to hoist me with his petards higher than my ambition soars! Or send me to the bottomless whirl where the perfidious angels fell! It is a duel to the death between us, mark that well!” “A duel!’ “Tf you will not be my seconds, you must stand off the field; for I shall strike down all that buckler him! this crowned Nightmare on Humanity’s breast! “T have not solely relied on such as you and those false friends with whom you colleagued much too closely! Summer will disclose what winter hid! Never will he wound who fears to strike! I know it is a coffin or a crown! but I will pierce this Leviathan whose flounder- ing carcase burdens the ocean; after the stricken whale has sunk, in the wake ruddied with his gore, a myriad GomiGcbdoo S CO)