has a greater share than resentment in the boldness of his resolves?
And what, by any degree, is so reasonable as a regard to our duty?
You called upon me, gentlemen, to communicate my notions on this important subject. I have the more willingly obeyed you, as I hope Sir Hargrave, on the occasion that brought us to this not unhappy breakfasting, will be the better satisfied that it has so ended; and as, if you are so good as to adopt them, they may be of service to others of your friends, in case of debates among them. Indeed, for my own sake, I have always been ready to communicate my notions on this head, in hopes sometimes to be spared provocation; for, as I have owned, I am passionate: I have pride: And am often afraid of myself; and the more, because I am not naturally, I will presume to say, a timid man.
Mr. Bag. 'Fore God, Sir Hargrave, somebody has escaped a scouring, as the saying is.
Mr. Mer. Aye, by my life, Sir Hargrave, you had like to have caught a Tartar.
Sir Ch. The race is not always to the swift, gentlemen. Sir Hargrave's passion would, doubtless, have laid him under disadvantage. Defence is guarded: Offence exposes itself.
Mr. Bag. But, Sir Charles, you despise no man, I am sure, for differing from you in opinion. I am a Catholic—
Sir Ch. A Roman Catholic—No religion teaches a man evil. I honour every man who lives up to what he professes.
Mr. Bag. But that is not the case with me, I doubt.

Mr. Mer. That is out of doubt, Bagenhall.
Mr. Jord. The truth is, Mr. Bagenhall has found his conveniencies in changing. He was brought up a Protestant. These dispensations, Mr. Bagenhall!—
Mr. Mer. Ay, and they were often an argument in Bagenhall's mouth, for making me his proselyte.
Sir Ch. Mr. Bagenhall, I perceive, is rather of the religion of the ourt, than of that of the Church of Rome.
Mr. Bag. But what I mean by telling you I am a Catholic, is this: I have read the opinion of some of our famous Casuists, that, in some cases, a private man may become his own avenger, and challenge an enemy into the field.
Sir Ch. Bannes and Cajetan, you mean; one a Spaniard, the