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LORD HATE GOOD Text From Pages 208 - 209 Of The Book. Hate-good's Instructions To The Jury “Gentlemen of the jury, you see this man about whom so great an uproar has been made in this fair town. You have also heard what these worthy gentlemen have witnessed against him. Also you have heard his reply and confession. It now lies in your hearts to either dispatch him or to save his life. But yet I think it will serve our cause well to bring afresh to your minds some precedents from the ways of our law. “You will recall that there was once an act made in the days of Pharaoh, the great servant of our prince, that, lest those of a contrary religion should multiply and grow too strong for him, their male children should be thrown into the river! “Also, there was an edict passed in the days of Nebuchadnezzar, another of his fine servants, that whosoever would not fall down and worship his golden image should be thrown into a burning, fiery furnace. “Once again, in the days of Darius the Great, there was a law passed that whosoever, for thirty days, should call upon any god but himself, should be cast into the den of lions. “Now the essence of all our laws this rebel has broken, not only in thought (which is clearly against the laws of Vanity), but also in word and deed, which is obviously all the more intolerable. Therefore, since he disputes against our religion, as he has confessed, he deserves to die the death! Mr. Blindman! You may take the jury out to your deliberations. Be sure that you return a verdict that will be pleasing to the noble township of Vanity.”

FAITHFUL SPEAKS IN HIS OWN DEFENSE Text From Page 208 Of The Book Then Faithful addressed himself to the court, beginning thusly: “Let me first answer Mr. Envy. Sir, I have never said anything but this: that any rule, or law, or custom, or person that is flat against the Word of God, is diametrically opposite to Christianity. If I have spoken amiss in this, convince me of my error from that Word and I am ready to recant. To answer Mr. Superstition. Sir, I said only this: that in the worship of God there is required a divine faith. But, there can be no divine faith without a divine revelation of the will of God. Therefore, whatever is thrust into the worship of God that is not agreeable to divine revelation, cannot be done but by a human faith, which faith will not profit to eternal life. And as to what Mr. Pickthank has said. Sir, I say still that the prince of this town, with all the named attendants, are more fit for the company of devils than to be rulers over people. In this, I may have spoken a bit too bluntly, but I believe it still! May the Lord have mercy upon me!”

THE JURY AGREE

Then went the jury out, whose names were Mr. Blindman, Mr. No-good, Mr. Malice, Mr. Love-lust, Mr. Live-loose, Mr. Heady, Mr. High-mind, Mr. Enmity, Mr. Liar, Mr. Cruelty, Mr. Hate-light, and Mr. Implacable. These each held the private opinion that Faithful was guilty as charged and, as they were polled by the foreman, Mr. Blindman, they answered him as follows:
"I see clearly that this man is an heretic!" cried Mr. Blindman, a large man, with thin, gray hair hanging down from under a black cap and reaching to a soiled, whitish collar. "What say you, Mr. No-good?"
Then Mr. No-good, a sleepy, handsome-looking chap, stifled a yawn long enough to say, "I say away with such a fellow from the earth!"
"And you, Mr. Malice?" asked the foreman, glaring out through sightless eyes.
"Aye! Away!" hissed ape face, removing his chewed to the quick fingers momentarily from his mouth, "for I hate the very look of him!"
"And you, Love-lust?"
"Hmmm?" he asked absent-mindedly, straining to peel his lecherous eyes off one of the shapely court reporters. "Oh, away! Definitely away! I could never endure him near me!" he said, as his optical tentacles once again encoiled themselves about the object of their lust.
"Mr. Live-loose?"
"Oh, dear," effeminated a pointy-nosed, debauched-looking man. "I could never bear to have him lingering about me! Oh, dear no, for his very presence would always be condemning my ways."
"And your verdict?"
"Why, I think he would look simply charming, swinging in the breeze," he said with sarcastic sweetness.
"Thank you. And you, Mr. Heady?"
Mr. Heady, a stout, short-haired commoner with a moustache and pointed beard, clenched his fist and snarled, "Hang him! Hang him! Hang him high!"
"Mr. High-mind?"
High-mind, an aristocratic-looking gent with ruffled collar, coifed hair, rosed cheeks, and manicured nails, leaned forward on his expensive walking stick and, looking down his large Roman nose, said in his most elegant accent, "A sorry scrub he is. Away with him!"
"Mr. Enmity?"
Enmity peered out from deep-set eye sockets with hateful eyes and snarled viciously from behind his hand, "Me heart doth rise against him!"
"Mr. Liar?"
Interrupted in the midst of relating a juicy tidbit to Mr. Cruelty, Liar snapped to attention and managed to mutter, "Uh, oh, a rogue! That's what he is, a rogue!"
"And your verdict, Mr. Liar?"
"Oh, whatever you wish, Mr. Blind-man. Whatever it takes to stop his lies about us. Whatever it takes. Some form of death I should suppose. Whatever."
"Mr. Cruelty?"
Then Cruelty, a devil-faced man with cropped hair, snakish eyes, pointed beard, and waxed moustache, leaned forward on his cane and snarled, "'Angin be too good for the likes uv 'im! We should 'ave him down to the torture chamber in the basement."
"Mr. Hate-light?"
Mr. Hate-light, a piggish-looking man with a hand continually raised to shield his eyes from the slightest glare, said, without looking up, "Let us dispatch him forthwith!"
"Mr. Implacable?"
Implacable sat stolidly in his robes and said icily, "Might I have all the world given to me, I could never be reconciled to the likes of him. Therefore, let us forthwith bring him in guilty and worthy of death!"
And so they did.