But you paltry, silly, innocent wretches must make us amends; and, by gold, we will innocentize your fopship with a wannion, you never were so innocentized in your days; the devil shall sing mass among ye.
Friar John, hearing him run on at that mad rate, had no longer the power to remain silent, but cried to him, Heigh-day! Prithee, Mr.Devil in a coif, wouldst thou have a man tell thee more than he knows?
Hasn't the fellow told you he does not know a word of the business?
His name is Twyford.
A plague rot you! won't truth serve your turns?
Why, how now, Mr.Prate-apace, cried Gripe-men-all, taking him short, marry come up, who made you so saucy as to open your lips before you were spoken to?
Give me -- Patience! By gold! this is the first time since I have reigned that anyone has had the impudence to speak before he was bidden.

How came this mad fellow to break loose?
(Villain, thou liest, said Friar John, without stirring his lips.) Sirrah, sirrah, continued Gripe-men-all, I doubt thou wilt have business enough on thy hands when it comes to thy turn to answer.
(Damme, thou liest, said Friar John, silently.) Dost thou think, continued my lord, thou art in the wilderness of your foolish university, wrangling and bawling among the idle, wandering searchers and hunters after truth?
By gold, we have here other fish to fry; we go another gate's-way to work, that we do.

By gold, people here must give categorical answers to what they don't know.

By gold, they must confess they have done those things which they have not nor ought to have done.

By gold, they must protest that they know what they never knew in their lives; and, after all, patience perforce must be their only remedy, as well as a mad dog's.