SIR SILAS.
"I did indeed spit it forth, and emunge my lips, as who should not?"
WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.
"Would it were so!"
SIR SILAS.
"WOULD IT WERE SO! in thy teeth, hypocrite!"
SIR THOMAS.
"And, truly, I likewise do incline to hope and credit it, as thus
paraphrased and expounded."
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
"Wait until this blessed day next year, sir, at the same hour. You
shall see it forth again at its due season; it would be no miracle
if it lasted. Spittle may cure sore eyes, but not blasted mouths
and scald consciences."
SIR THOMAS.
"Why! who taught thee all this?"
Then turned he leisurely toward Sir Silas, and placing his hand
outspreaden upon the arm of the chaplain, said unto him in a low,
judicial, hollow voice, -
"Every word true and solemn! I have heard less wise saws from
between black covers."
Sir Silas was indignant at this under-rating, as he appeared to
think it, of the church and its ministry, and answered impatiently,
with Christian freedom, -
"Your worship surely will not listen to this wild wizard in his
brothel-pulpit!"
WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.
"Do I live to hear Charlecote Hall called a brothel-pulpit? Alas,
then, I have lived too long!"
SIR SILAS.
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