But I am a Widow’s Son, outlawed and my orders must be obeyed.

I fear it as little as to drink a cup of tea.

I have outlived that care that curries public favour or dreads the public frown…let the hand of law strike me down if it will, but I ask that my story be heard and considered.

I do not wish to give the order full force without giving timely warning but I am a Widow’s Son, outlawed and my orders must be obeyed.

Ah well, I suppose it has come to this... Such is life.

But I am a Widow’s Son, outlawed and my orders must be obeyed.

If my lips teach the public that men are made mad by bad treatment, and if the police are taught that they may exasperate to madness men they persecute and ill treat, my life will not be entirely thrown away.