PHILOLOGUS. Even in the same sense that he said before: _Vos estis sal terrae, Vos estis lux mundi, Ego sum ostium_, and a hundred such more, If time would permit to allege them severally; But that I may the simple sort edify, You ask me in what sense these words I verify, Where Christ of the bread said, "This is my body." For answer herein I ask you this question: Were Christ's disciples into salt transformed When he said, "Ye are the salt of the earth every one," Or when the light of the world he them affirmed? Or himself to be a door when he confirmed? Or to be a vine, did his body then change? If not then, why now? this to me seemeth strange. CARDINAL. Why, dost thou doubt of Christ his omnipotency, But what so he willeth doth so come to pass? PHILOLOGUS. God keep me and all men from such a frenzy, As to think anything Christ's power to surpass, When his will to his power joined was; But where his will wanteth, his power is ineffectual: As Christ can be no liar, God cannot be mortal. Set down therefore some proof of his will That he would be made bread, and then I recant. CARDINAL. This caitiff mine ears with wind he doth fill: His words both truth and reason doth want. Christ's word is his will; this must thou needs grant. PHILOLOGUS. He spake the word likewise, when he said, "I am the door," Was his body transformed into timber therefore? CARDINAL. Nay, if thou beest obstinate, I will say no more. Have him hence to prison, and keep him full sure: I will make him set by my friendship more store. But hearest thou, Zeal? go first and procure Some kind of new torment which he may not endure. TYRANNY. I am here in readiness to do your commandment, And will return hither again incontinent. HYPOCRISY. At thy return bring hither Sensual Suggestion, That, if need be, he may us assist, Lest that both I and Careful Provision The zeal of Philologus may not fully resist; But he in his obstinacy doth still persist: To put him to death would accuse us of tyranny; But if we could win him, he should do us much honesty. TYRANNY. I hear you, and will fulfil your words speedily. [_Exit_ TYRANNY. HYPOCRISY. Good Master Philologus, I pity your case, To see you so foolish yourself to undo: I durst yet promise to purchase you grace, If you would, at length, your errors forego. Therefore, I pray you, be not your own foe. PHILOLOGUS. Call you those errors which the gospel defends? I know not, then, whence true d[o]ctrine descends. CARDINAL. Nay, Master Hypocrisy, you spend time in vain To reason with him: he will not be removed. AVARICE. Had I so much to live by, as he hath certain, I would not lose that which I so well loved. CARDINAL. He stands in his reputation: he will not be reproved; And that is the cause that he is so obstinate: [_To Phil_.] But I shall well enough thy courage abate.