Purge thy City of its uncleanness and idolatry, and thy Court of its corruption.

Profane not the Sabbath"-- "I see how it is," interrupted Archee with a scream; "the man hath been driven stark wud by your Majesty's Book of Sports." "A book devised by the devil," cried Hugh Calveley, catching at the suggestion; "and which ought to be publicly burnt by the hangman, instead of being read in the churches.

How much, mischief hath that book done! How many abominations hath it occasioned! And, alas! how much persecution hath it caused; for have not many just men, and sincere preachers of the Word, been prosecuted in thy Court, misnamed of justice, and known, O King! as the Star-Chamber; suffering stripes and imprisonment for refusing to read thy mischievous proclamation to their flocks." "I knew it!--I knew it!" screamed Archee, delighted with the effect he had produced.

"Take heed, sirrah," he cried to the Puritan, "that ye make not acquaintance wi' 'that Court misnamed of justice' yer ain sell." "He is liker to be arraigned at our court styled the King's Bench, and hanged, drawn, and quartered afterwards," roared James, far more enraged at the disrespectful mention made of his manifesto, than by anything that had previously occurred.

"The man is not sae doited as we supposed him." "He is not sane enough to keep his neck from the halter," rejoined Archee.