_Wo._ Sir, your worship may descant as you please o' my name; but I protest I was never so mortified with any men's discourse or behaviour in prison; yet I have had of all sorts of men i' the kingdom under my keys; and almost of all religions i' the land, as Papist, Protestant, Puritan, Brownist, Anabaptist, Millenary, Family-o'-Love, Jew, Turk, Infidel, Atheist, Good-Fellow, &c. _Go._ And which of all these, thinks Master Wolf, was the best religion? 37 _Wo._ Troth, Master Deputy, they that pay fees best: we never examine their consciences farther. _Go._ I believe you, Master Wolf. Good faith, sir, here's a great deal of humility i' these letters. _Wo._ Humility, sir? Ay, were your worship an eyewitness of it you would say so. The knight will i' the Knight's Ward,[111] do what we can, sir; and Master Quicksilver would be i' the Hole if we would let him. I never knew or saw prisoners more penitent, or more devout. They will sit you up all night singing of psalms and edifying the whole prison; only Security sings a note too high sometimes, because he lies i' the Twopenny Ward, far off, and cannot take his tune. The neighbours cannot rest for him, but come every morning to ask what godly prisoners we have. 52 _To._ Which on 'hem is't is so devout--the knight or the t'other? _Wo._ Both, sir; but the young man especially. I never heard his like. He has cut his hair too. He is so well given, and has such good gifts, he can tell you almost all the stories of the _Book of Martyrs_, and speak you all the _Sick Man's Salve_[112] without book. _To._ Ay, if he had had grace--he was brought up where it grew, I wis. On, Master Wolf. 61 _Wo._ And he has converted one Fangs, a sergeant, a fellow could neither write nor read; he was called the Bandog o' the Counter; and he has brought him already to pare his nails and say his prayers; and 'tis hoped he will sell his place shortly, and become an intelligencer. _To._ No more; I am coming already. If I should give any farther care I were taken. Adieu, good Master Wolf. Son, I do feel mine own weaknesses; do not importune me. Pity is a rheum that I am subject to; but I will resist it. Master Wolf, fish is cast away that is cast in dry pools. Tell hypocrisy it will not do; I have touched and tried too often; I am yet proof, and I will remain so; when the sessions come they shall hear from me. In the meantime, to all suits, to all entreaties, to all letters, to all tricks, I will be deaf as an adder, and blind as a beetle, lay mine ear to the ground, and lock mine eyes i' my hand, against all temptations. 78 [_Exit._