_Lor._ What, take away a man's wife, and kill him too! The wickedness of this old villain startles me, and gives me a twinge for my own sin, though it comes far short of his.--Hark you, soldiers, be sure you use as little violence to him as is possible. _Dom._ Hold a little; I have thought better how to secure him, with less danger to us. _Lor._ O miracle, the friar is grown conscientious! _Dom._ The old king, you know, is just murdered, and the persons that did it are unknown; let the soldiers seize him for one of the assassinates, and let me alone to accuse him afterwards. _Lor._ I cry thee mercy with all my heart, for suspecting a friar of the least good nature; what, would you accuse him wrongfully? _Dom._ I must confess, 'tis wrongful, _quoad hoc_, as to the fact itself; but 'tis rightful, _quoad hunc_, as to this heretical rogue, whom we must dispatch. He has railed against the church, which is a fouler crime than the murder of a thousand kings. _Omne majus continet in se minus:_ He, that is an enemy to the church, is an enemy unto heaven; and he, that is an enemy to heaven, would have killed the king if he had been in the circumstances of doing it; so it is not wrongful to accuse him. _Lor._ I never knew a churchman, if he were personally offended, but he would bring in heaven by hook or crook into his quarrel.--Soldiers, do as you were first ordered. [_Exeunt Soldiers._ _Dom._ What was't you ordered them? Are you sure it's safe, and not scandalous? _Lor._ Somewhat near your own design, but not altogether so mischievous. The people are infinitely discontented, as they have reason; and mutinies there are, or will be, against the queen: now I am content to put him thus far into the plot, that he should be secured as a traitor; but he shall only be prisoner at the soldiers' quarters; and when I am out of reach, he shall be released. _Dom._ And what will become of me then? for when he is free, he will infallibly accuse me. _Lor._ Why then, father, you must have recourse to your infallible church-remedies; lie impudently, and swear devoutly, and, as you told me but now, let him try whose oath will be first believed. Retire, I hear them coming. [_They withdraw._ _Enter the Soldiers with_ GOMEZ _struggling on their backs._ _Gom._ Help, good Christians! help, neighbours! my house is broken open by force, and I am ravished, and like to be assassinated!--What do you mean, villains? will you carry me away, like a pedlar's pack, upon your backs? will you murder a man in plain day-light? _1 Soldier._ No; but we'll secure you for a traitor, and for being in a plot against the state. _Gom,_ Who, I in a plot! O Lord! O Lord! I never durst be in a plot: Why, how can you in conscience suspect a rich citizen of so much wit as to make a plotter? There are none but poor rogues, and those that can't live without it, that are in plots. _2 Soldier._ Away with him, away with him.