Thus, on this particular point of time, many great events had been crowded. At the very same moment Zealand had been redeemed, Antwerp ruined, and the league of all the Netherlands against the Spaniards concluded. It now became known that another and most important event had occurred at the same instant. On the day before the Antwerp massacre, four days before the publication of the Ghent treaty, a foreign cavalier, attended by a Moorish slave and by six men-at-arms, rode into the streets of Luxemburg. The cavalier was Don Ottavio Gonzaga, brother of the Prince of Melfi. The Moorish slave was Don John of Austria, the son of the Emperor, the conqueror of Granada, the hero of Lepanto. The new Governor-general had traversed Spain and France in disguise with great celerity, and in the romantic manner which belonged to his character. He stood at last on the threshold of the Netherlands, but with all his speed he had arrived a few days too late.
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A common hatred united
them, for a time at least
A most fatal success
All claimed the privilege
of persecuting
Blessing of God upon
the Devil’s work
Daily widening schism
between Lutherans and Calvinists
Dying at so very inconvenient
a moment
Eight thousand human
beings were murdered
Everything was conceded,
but nothing was secured
Fanatics of the new
religion denounced him as a godless man
Glory could be put neither
into pocket nor stomach
He would have no Calvinist
inquisition set up in its place
He would have no persecution
of the opposite creed
In character and general
talents he was beneath mediocrity
Indecision did the work
of indolence
Insinuate that his orders
had been hitherto misunderstood
King set a price upon
his head as a rebel
No man could reveal
secrets which he did not know
Of high rank but of
lamentably low capacity
Pope excommunicated
him as a heretic
Preventing wrong, or
violence, even towards an enemy
They could not invent
or imagine toleration
Uunmeaning phrases of
barren benignity