Wenlock. Be not proud, neither let your Spirits be lifted up; God doth but wait till the Measure of your Iniquity be filled up, and that you have seen your ungodly Race, then will the Wrath of God come upon you to the uttermost; And as for thy part, it hangs over thy Head, and is near to be poured down upon thee, and shall come as a Thief in the Night suddenly, when thou thinkest not of it. By what Law will ye put me to Death?
Court. We have a Law, and by our Law you are to die.
Wenlock. So said the Jews of Christ, We have a Law, and by our Law he ought to die. Who empowered you to make that Law?
Court. We have a Patent, and are Patentees; judge whether we have not Power to make Laws?
Wenlock. How! Have you Power to make Laws repugnant to the Laws of England?
Governour. Nay.
Wenlock. Then you are gone beyond your Bounds, and have forfeited your Patent, and this is more than you can answer. Are you Subjects to the King, yea, or nay?
Secretary Rawson. What will you infer from that? what Good will that do you?
Wenlock. If you are, say so; for in your Petition to the King, you desire that he will protect you, and that you may be worthy to kneel among his loyal Subjects.
Court. Yes.