He said so first to Mr.Whitbread, before he was withdrawn.
"If you have a religion," he said, "that can give a dispensation for oaths, sacraments, protestations and falsehoods, how can you expect that we should believe you ?" "I know no such thing," said Mr.Whitbread very tranquilly.
Bedloe, too, told the same tale as he had told before, but with many embellishments; and was treated by my Lords with as much respect, very nearly, as Oates himself; and they were both given refreshment by the Chief Justice's order.
* * * * * I could have found it in my heart to kill that man--Oates, I mean--as he stood there in his gown and bands and periwig, with his guards behind him, swearing away those good men's lives; now standing upright, now leaning on the rail before him, and now reposing himself on a stool that was brought for him.

His monstrous countenance was as the face of a devil; he feigned now to weep, now to be merry.

But most of all I hated the man, when the piteous sight was seen of the entrance of Mrs.Ireland and her daughter, who came to testify that Mr.Ireland was not in London at all on those days in August when Oates had sworn that he had spoken with him there.

They stood there, as gallant women as might be, turning their eyes now and again upon the priest who was all the world to them by ties both of nature and grace; but all their testimony went for nothing, since, first my Lord had told the jury that a Catholic's oath was worth nothing, and next the prisoners had had no opportunity to know what charges precisely they were that were to be brought against them, and had had therefore no time to get their witnesses together.

They complained very sharply of this; but my Lord puffed it all away, and would scarcely allow them to finish one sentence without interruption.
Mr.Ireland said upon one occasion that though he had no witnesses, for he had had no time to get them, yet he could get witnesses that there were witnesses.
"I know," said the Chief Justice, "what your way of arguing is; that is very pretty.