Duncan's Ritual of Freemasonry.pdf - FatimaMovement

"Oh! that my throat had been cut across, my
tongue torn out by its roots, and buried in the
rough sands of the sea, at low-water mark, where
the tide ebbs and flows twice in twenty-four
hours, ere I had been accessory to the death of so
good a man as our Grand Master, Hiram Abiff."
"Hark! that is the voice of Jubela."
"Oh! that my breast had been torn open, my heart
plucked out, and placed upon the highest pinnacle
of the Temple, there to be devoured by the
vultures of the air, ere I had consented to the
death of so good a man as our Grand Master,
Hiram Abiff."
"Hark! that is the voice of Jubelo."
"Oh! that my body had been severed in two, my
bowels taken from thence and burned to ashes,
the ashes scattered to the four winds of heaven,
that no more remembrance might be had of so
vile and wicked a wretch as I. Ah! Jubela, Jubelo,
it was I
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that struck him harder than you both: it was I that
gave him the fatal blow; it was I that killed him."
"That is the voice of Jubelum."
The three craftsmen, having stood by the
candidate all this time, listening to the ruffians,
whose voices they recognize, say one to another:
"What shall we do? There are three of them, and
only three of us."
One says: