Classic Poem

  Sir Ph . Fellow , look on me. Dost thou think I laid
A spot upon my soul, risked fame, and hired
A well-paid ruffian to achieve this deed,
But to draw back? Know better. It is done:
And shall not be repented. Shouldst thou dare
To babble but a word of what is past,
Count on your death. 'Twill be a patriot deed,
To hire a villain's knife to kill a villain:
There 'll be a rogue the less. Think well upon it.
  Bra. You will not be so bloody?
  Sir Ph. Think upon it.
I'm here, high seated, firmly seated too.
But if a foot be stirred, why I shall think
A robber comes;—
  Bra. And then?
  Sir Ph. Then he 'll be—shot;
And no time lost i' the doing. Think upon it.