Episode 16
Though unusual in the Dublin area he knew that it was not by any means unknown for desperadoes who had next to nothing to live on to be abroad waylaying and generally terrorising peaceable pedestrians by placing a pistol at their head in some secluded spot outside the city proper, famished loiterers of the Thames embankment category they might be hanging about there or simply marauders ready to decamp with whatever boodle they could in one fell swoop at a moment's notice, your money or your life, leaving you there to point a moral, gagged and garrotted.
[…]But then the mind much ſufferance doth or'e ſcip,
When griefe hath mates,and bearing fellowſhip :
How light and portable my paine ſeemes now,
When that which makes me bend, makes the King bow,
He childed as I fathered,Tom away,
Marke the high noyſes and thy ſelfe bewray,[…]
[…]with which nature hath bedecked all females, or hath at least instructed them how to put it on; lest, through the indelicacy of males, the Samean mysteries should be pryed into by unhallowed eyes:
You left out the Jews, the Janes, the Hindus and those terrifying bastards from Luxemburg. Fuck it ... Let's 'git them Canadarians, too.
