Soul, that thou didst long for secrecy and solitude. But in comes a Father, and now I am undon, my eagerness to perfect my death is at an end, and he discharges me of a double Passion; for I ought not to dye, if he forbid it; and I cannot dye, if he command it. Off with it, says he. But stay, the poysonous Drug is not yet put into the draught; but you apprehend me for the nonce, because I was yet but a pounding it. Alas, Father, there are many things to be done, before I drink it, I must call first all the Slaves; together, and then all the Li∣berti or Journey-men, I must make my moan to 'm, I must complain, I must leave them something in charge, I must make my defence. Drink it off! At the tail of that word I thought you had ad∣ded, now thou art catch'd, now thou art non-plust, let's away to the Court. Drink it off, say you! Perhaps, Sir, you bid me do it, as if I denyed it to be Poyson. My Lords, let me ask you as if you had been present in that secret appartiment, what frame of Spirit, what courage, de' think I could have, after such a word as that? 'Tis my Accuser that says it, 'tis, he says it, that was cast before, he says it in secret, he says it so that he might have denyed it, if I had taken it off at his bidding. Take it off! Sir, I'le do it with all my heart, and I pro∣vided it for no other purpose but that, but you, with your grey-hairs, are so over-eager upon me, that you have quite chang'd my mind. Drink it off, say you! What else have you now to do, but to pull my Chops asunder, if I refuse so to do, as you bid me? Or, that you pour it down my throat, even thô I lift up both my hands to oppose you? In this struggle, I had e'ne quite forgot,