“There now, Silas! thou talkest widely, and verily in malice, if there be any in thee.”
“Try him,” answered Master Silas; “I don’t kneel where he does. Could he have but his wicked will of me he would chop my legs off, as he did the poor buck’s.”
Sir Thomas.
“No, no, no; he hath neither guile nor revenge in him. We may let him have his way, now that he hath taken the right one.”
Sir Silas.
“Popery! sheer popery! strong as harts-horn! Your papists keep these outlandish hours for their masses and mummery. Surely we might let God alone at twelve o’clock! Have we no bowels?”
William Shakspeare.
“Gracious sir! I do not urge it; and the time is now past by some minutes.”
Sir Thomas.
“Art thou popishly inclined, William?”