Then he said, My Lord, this man, notwithstanding his plausible name, is one of the vilest men in our Country. He neither regardeth Prince nor People, Law nor Custom; but doth all that he can to possess all men with certain of his disloyal notions, which he in the general calls Principles of Faith and Holiness. And in particular, I heard him once myself affirm _That Christianity and the Customs of our Town of Vanity were diametrically opposite, and could not be reconciled_. By which saying, my Lord, he doth at once not only condemn all our laudable doings, but us in the doing of them. _Judge._ Then did the Judge say to him, Hast thou any more to say? _Envy._ My Lord, I could say much more, only I would not be tedious to the Court. Yet if need be, when the other Gentlemen have given in their Evidence, rather than anything shall be wanting that will despatch him, I will enlarge my Testimony against him. So he was bid stand by. Then they called _Superstition_, and bid him look upon the Prisoner. They also asked, what he could say for their Lord the King against him. Then they sware him; so he began: _Super._ My Lord, I have no great acquaintance with this man, nor do I desire to have further knowledge of him; however, this I know, that he is a very pestilent fellow, from some discourse that the other day I had with him in this Town; for then talking with him, I heard him say, That our Religion was naught, and such by which a man could by no means please God. Which sayings of his, my Lord, your Lordship very well knows, what necessarily thence will follow, to wit, That we still do worship in vain, are yet in our sins, and finally shall be damned; and this is that which I have to say. Then was _Pickthank_ sworn, and bid say what he knew, in behalf of their Lord the King, against the prisoner at the Bar. _Pick._ My Lord, and you, Gentlemen all, This fellow I have known of a long time, and have heard him speak things that ought not to be spoke; for he hath railed on our noble Prince _Beelzebub_, and hath spoken contemptibly of his honorable Friends, whose names are the Lord _Old Man_, the Lord _Carnal Delight_, the Lord _Luxurious_, the Lord _Desire of Vain Glory_, my old Lord _Lechery_, Sir _Having Greedy_, with all the rest of our Nobility; and he hath said moreover, That if all men were of his mind, if possible, there is not one of these Noblemen should have any longer a being in this Town; besides, he hath not been afraid to rail on you, my Lord, who are now appointed to be his Judge, calling you an ungodly villain, with many other suchlike vilifying terms, with which he hath bespattered most of the Gentry of our Town. When this _Pickthank_ had told his tale, the Judge directed his speech to the Prisoner at the Bar, saying, Thou Runagate, Heretick, and Traitor, hast thou heard what these honest Gentlemen have witnessed against thee? _Faith._ May I speak a few words in my own defense?