"Ye will be called to swear to the murderers whom this haanest man will name.

If ye be a true Praatestant ye will repeat the laisson I taich you.

If not, ye will be set down as one of the villains and the good fawk of this city will tear the limbs from ye at my nod.

Be well advaised, my friend, for I hold ye in my haand." And Oates raised a great paw and opened and shut it.
Lovel mumbled assent.

Fear had again descended on him.