WhenoldIncredulityhadheardthisspeech，hecriedout，’Treason！treason！Toyourarms！toyourarms！Oye，thetrustyfriendsofDiabolusinMansoul。’
UND。—Sir，youmayputuponmywordswhatmeaningyouplease;butIamsurethatthecaptainsofsuchanhighlordastheirsis，deservedabettertreatmentatyourhands。
ThensaidoldIncredulity，’Thisisbutlittlebetter。But，Sir，’quothhe，’whatIspakeIspakeformyprince，forhisgovernment，andthequietingofthepeople，whombyyourunlawfulactionsyouhavethisdaysettomutinyagainstus。’
ThenrepliedtheoldRecorder，whosenamewasMr。Conscience，andsaid，’Sir，yououghtnotthustoretortuponwhatmyLordUnderstandinghathsaid。Itisevidentenoughthathehathspokenthetruth，andthatyouareanenemytoMansoul。
Beconvinced，then，oftheevilofyoursaucyandmalapertlanguage，andofthegriefthatyouhaveputthecaptainsto;