Conscience seared with a hot iron.

Clerk. Mr. Know-All, what can you say for our Lord the King
against the prisoner at the bar?

Know. My lord, I know this man well. He is a Diabolonian, the son
of a Diabolonian: his father's name was Love-Naught; and for him,
I have often heard him say, that he counted the very thoughts of
goodness the most burdensome thing in the world.

Clerk. Where have you heard him say these words?

Know. In Flesh Lane, right opposite to the church.

Then said the Clerk, 'Come, Mr. Tell-True, give in your evidence
concerning the prisoner at the bar, about that for which he stands
here, as you see, indicted by this honourable Court.'

Tell. My lord, I have heard him often say he had rather think of
the vilest thing than of what is contained in the Holy Scriptures.

Clerk. Where did you hear him say such grievous words?

Tell. Where?--in a great many places, particularly in Nauseous
Street, in the house of one Shameless, and in Filth Lane, at the
sign of the Reprobate, next door to the Descent into the Pit.

Court. Gentlemen, you have heard the indictment, his plea, and the
testimony of the witnesses. Gaoler, set Mr. Hard-Heart to the bar.