Hypocrisy ensued the matter to hide.
Then brought they in their monsters, their masses, their light,
Their torches at noon to darken our sight:
Their popes and their pardons, their purgatories for souls:
Their smoking of the church and flinging of coals.
Ignorance. Stay yet a while, and let us hear more communication.
Perv. Doc. I cannot, by God's soul, if I might have all this nation.
Shall I suffer a knave thus to rail and prate?
Nay then, I pray God, the devil break my pate!
I will be revenged, ere he depart away—