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"
Forward
to
the
prison
,
to
the
prison
!
"
echoed
the
crowd
.
Amid
these
cries
,
the
citizens
ran
along
faster
and
faster
,
cocking
their
muskets
,
brandishing
their
hatchets
,
and
looking
death
and
defiance
in
all
directions
.
No
violence
,
however
,
had
as
yet
been
committed
;
and
the
file
of
horsemen
who
were
guarding
the
approaches
of
the
Buytenhof
remained
cool
,
unmoved
,
silent
,
much
more
threatening
in
their
impassibility
than
all
this
crowd
of
burghers
,
with
their
cries
,
their
agitation
,
and
their
threats
.
The
men
on
their
horses
,
indeed
,
stood
like
so
many
statues
,
under
the
eye
of
their
chief
,
Count
Tilly
,
the
captain
of
the
mounted
troops
of
the
Hague
,
who
had
his
sword
drawn
,
but
held
it
with
its
point
downwards
,
in
a
line
with
the
straps
of
his
stirrup
.
This
troop
,
the
only
defence
of
the
prison
,
overawed
by
its
firm
attitude
not
only
the
disorderly
riotous
mass
of
the
populace
,
but
also
the
detachment
of
the
burgher
guard
,
which
,
being
placed
opposite
the
Buytenhof
to
support
the
soldiers
in
keeping
order
,
gave
to
the
rioters
the
example
of
seditious
cries
,
shouting
,
--
"
Hurrah
for
Orange
!
Down
with
the
traitors
!
"
The
presence
of
Tilly
and
his
horsemen
,
indeed
,
exercised
a
salutary
check
on
these
civic
warriors
;
but
by
degrees
they
waxed
more
and
more
angry
by
their
own
shouts
,
and
as
they
were
not
able
to
understand
how
any
one
could
have
courage
without
showing
it
by
cries
,
they
attributed
the
silence
of
the
dragoons
to
pusillanimity
,
and
advanced
one
step
towards
the
prison
,
with
all
the
turbulent
mob
following
in
their
wake
.
In
this
moment
,
Count
Tilly
rode
forth
towards
them
single-handed
,
merely
lifting
his
sword
and
contracting
his
brow
whilst
he
addressed
them
:
--
"
Well
,
gentlemen
of
the
burgher
guard
,
what
are
you
advancing
for
,
and
what
do
you
wish
?
"
The
burghers
shook
their
muskets
,
repeating
their
cry
,
--
"
Hurrah
for
Orange
!
Death
to
the
traitors
!
"
