"A Jesuit!--a Jesuit!" they cried, and at the sudden accusation I turned crimson and blushed like a girl.
"Smelt out ?" cried the company.

"To the gallows with him!" Then it seemed to me to be time to go.
"Who called Jesuit ?" said I, pulling out my sword.
They laughed at this, and one of them cried: "If you be not, drink to the Queen, where you stand, and confound her enemies!" I took off my hat, that they might see I wore no monkish tonsure, and drank.
"That shows nothing," cried another.

"They might curse the Pope himself, and yet be all the better Jesuits." "A crew of cowards," said another, "who never dare be what they seem or seem what they are--" "Then," said I, "if that be so, I can easily prove I am a true and loyal subject of the Queen.

Let who will come on, two at a time, and take back his lie at the point of my sword." And I put my back up to the wall and cast my cloak back over my shoulder.
Whereat they laughed again, and he who had spoken first said: "If I doubted it before, I am sure of it now, for no one but a Jesuit could feign a swagger like that.

Come, let's hang him and have done with him." "Come on," said I.