Major-General _Adderton_. _You pronounce Woes and Judgments, and those that are gone before you pronounced Woes and Judgments; but the Judgments of the Lord God are not come upon us yet._ _Wenlock._ Be not proud, neither let your Spirits be lifted up; God doth but wait till the Measure of your Iniquity be filled up, and that you have seen your ungodly Race, then will the Wrath of God come upon you to the uttermost; And as for thy part, it hangs over thy Head, and is near to be poured down upon thee, and shall come as a Thief in the Night suddenly, when thou thinkest not of it. By what Law will ye put me to Death? Court. _We have a Law, and by our Law you are to die._ _Wenlock._ So said the _Jews_ of Christ, _We have a Law, and by our Law he ought to die._ Who empowered you to make that Law? Court. _We have a_ Patent, _and are_ Patentees; _judge whether we have not Power to make Laws?_ _Wenlock._ How! Have you Power to make Laws repugnant to the Laws of _England_? Governour. _Nay._ _Wenlock._ Then you are gone beyond your Bounds, and have forfeited your _Patent_, and this is more than you can answer. Are you Subjects to the King, yea, or nay? Secretary _Rawson_. _What will you infer from that? what Good will that do you?_ _Wenlock._ If you are, say so; for in your Petition to the King, you desire that he will protect you, and that you may be worthy to kneel among his loyal Subjects. Court. _Yes._ _Wenlock._ So am I, and for any thing I know, am as good as you, if not better; for if the King did but know your Hearts, as God knows them, he would see, that your Hearts are as rotten towards him, as they are towards God. Therefore seeing that you and I are Subjects to the King, I demand to be tried by the Laws of my own Nation. Court. _You shall be tried by a Bench and a Jury._ _Wenlock._ That is not the Law, but the Manner of it; for if you will be as good as your word, you must set me at Liberty, for I never heard or read of any Law that was in _England_ to hang _Quakers_. Governour. _There is a Law to hang_ Jesuits. _Wenlock._ If you put me to Death, it is not because I go under the name of a _Jesuit_, but a _Quaker_, therefore I do appeal to the Laws of my own Nation. Court. _You are in our Hand, and have broken our Laws, and we will try you._ _Wenlock._ Your Will is your Law, and what you have Power to do, that you will do: And seeing that the Jury must go forth on my Life, this I have to say to you in the Fear of the Living God: Jury, take heed what you do, for you swear by the Living God, _That you will true Trial make, and just Verdict give, according to the Evidence._ Jury, look for your Evidence: What have I done to deserve Death? Keep your Hands out of innocent Blood. A Juryman. _It is good Counsel._ The Jury went out, but having received their Lesson, soon returned, and brought in their Verdict _Guilty_. _Wenlock._ I deny all Guilt, for my Conscience is clear in the Sight of God.