Crowd left in tears by stunning nine hour address
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, shrunk to this measure?
I know not, gentlemen, what you intend, Who else must be let blood, who else is rank:
If I myself, there is no hour so fit.
I do beseech ye, Now whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke, Fulfil your pleasure
I shall not find myself so apt to die: No place will please me so, no mean of death, as here by The Council, and by you cut off, The choice and master spirits of this age.
Pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou art the ruins of the noblest men That ever lived the tide of times
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
And dreadful objects so familiar
That mothers shall but smile when they behold their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
Cry 'Havoc' and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth with carrion men, groaning for burial
Friends, Peasants, Council Members, lend me your ears;
I come not to bury this Republic, but to save it. The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
Hath told you I was ambitious: If it were so it was a grievious fault, And grievously shall I answer'd it
Here, under leave of CM Kev and the rest-For CM Kev is an honourable man;
So are all the Council honourable men
But here I am to speak what I do know
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
For CM Kev as you know was Darth Bob's angel: Judge, O you Gods, how dearly Darth Bob loved him!
This was the unkindest cut of all;
For when Darth Bob saw him stab, ingratitude, more strong than traitors arms, burst my mighty heart.
O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.
O, now you weep; and, I percieve, you feel the dint of pity: There are gracious drops.
Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold our Darth's vesture wounded?
Look you here.
Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
He is all.
It is that simple. Last night we laughed and cried, we danced and sang because we knew he had returned to us.
Only last week I begged him to save us from a warring Council. As I should have known, he has done much more.
He has changed the very fabric of the society we live in. Is this any surprise? Should we not have known that his genius would prevail?
Of course, but sometimes it is difficult even for the faithful to truly comprehend his talents.
In a single stroke, he has eliminated all the doubt and worry, all the anguish we felt when our Council began to split in front of our eyes.
Things will never be the same again.
Just read what he has spoken across the page, I defy you not to be moved.