Q. Well, But who knows best? He Himself, or the Witnesses?
A. Not a fart matter; For whether 'twas so or not; It were better Forty such Rogues were Hang'd then one Kings-Evidence Disparag'd.
Q. But did they not swear a little short, think ye?
A. Nay, they might have sworn homer, I must confess.
Q. But now you mind me of Somerset-House; Do'nt you remember a young Fellow of Cambridge that Refus'd to receive the Sacrament, because (as he told his Master) he was reconcil'd to the Church, of Rome, and Converted, and Baptiz'd at Somerset-House? This is an old story ye must know. Why might not this be Towzer?
A. Nay as like as not, for the Universitys are the very Seminarys of Popery, and it will never be well with England till those Calves be turn'd a grazing.
Q. But is there no believing of a Converted Papist upon his Oath? Why does the Law receive 'em then (upon such and such Certain Tests) for statutable Protestants?
A. The Law never was among 'em as I have been. There's no such thing (I tell ye) as a Converted Papist, and he shall sooner change his shape, then his Nature: Kiss a Book, Kiss mine Arse.
Q. Why d'ye talk thus at random?
A. Come, come, the Outlandish Doctor for my mony: that told one of the Macks t'other day in the face of the Bench, that he would let down his Breeches and shite upon him. Plain-dealing's a Jewell.