His grace Roger Gaynham, archbishop of the Hundreds of Drury.

Signior Cazzo, his holiness's pimp.

Clerk of the Arraigns. Sir, if you have a mind to challenge any of the jury, you must do it as they come to be swore.

Mr. Whifton. My lord, I except against them all; and I defy the whole Roman conclave to produce a knot of greater villains. I am fure the jury must be packed; for is it poffible to imagine, that three Infh jefuits, three Welch nonjurors, three Scotch rebels, the chaplain of Newgate, and the pope's pimp, should all meet by chance?

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partianty, I will crqua cment though I think it scarce poffible that men, fo zea lous in fupport of the church, and so rigid and fcrupulous in points of faith, can be guilty of so foul an action.

Judge. Who gave you in the names of this jury, Mr. Sheriff?

Sheriff. The reverend Dr. Codex.

Judge. This is the most scandalous proceeding that ever was heard of in a court of justice. Sir, it little becomes a man of your facred function, to be packing of juries. Let me have no more

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of thofe diabolical, inquifitorial arts; for the honefty of a layman will not bear it. Call another jury, and take particular care, that no parfon creeps into it.

The new jury being Twore, the clerk reads the indictment as follows:

William Whifton, Clerc, you ftand charged with having maintained, propagated, and published most horrid, damnable and blafphemous tenets againft the doctrine, worship, and majefty of the bleffed Trinity; exprefsly contradicting the Nicene creed, and defaming the whole Athanafian; impioufly afferting them to be the inventions of priefts, to pervert and confound the underftandings of mankind. This is what you are to anfwer, and God fend you a good deliverance.

Mr. Solicitor General Codex. My lord, heaven is my witnefs, with how much forrow and reluctance I appear this day, to make good fo dreadful a charge, against this our unfortunate, apoftate brother; but when our holy religion is concerned, and our church is in danger, com-paffion would be impious, and humanity a crime; for experience daily teaches us that lenity and tenderness would prove our ruin. And furely, if ever there was a cafe that cried out for rigorous juftice, it is certainly this before us; which is no less than robbing the church of one of its moft valuable myfteries; and the deity itself, of two thirds of its dignity and power: for it is B 3

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to this facred mystery, that mankind made the firft facrifice of their understandings; to this we owe the implicit faith of the laity, our own wealth, dignities, and power; and to this alone we owe the spiritual monarchy of the church. Oh thou inexplicable Three-one! thou wondrous Son! fubject, yet equal; generated though eternal! and thou most Holy Spirit, inconceivably diftinct from the Father and the Son, and yet the fame with both! there ftands the wretch that would deftroy the God that was made man, to redeem him; and denies that God which came down to fanctify him! can a chriftian hear this without horror, or a priest forbear to tear his heart out! amazing myftery! for though God can be feen by no man, yet God the Son has appeared at fundry times to the patriarchs and the prophets, and condefcended to be born of a virgin, and to live in the man Jefus, diftinct from the Father, yet one God. These are the divine truths this execrable monfter has denied, and for which I hope to fee him fuffer the most exquifite tortures the zeal of churchmen can invent. And now, my lord, I fhall beg leave to call in the witneffes to prove the fact.

Judge. Who would you call in first ?

Mr. Sollicitor. Call in Dr. Trapp.

Mr. Sollicitor. I defire, Sir, that you would inform the court what you have heard the prisoner fay concerning the ever- bleffed Trinity.

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Dr. Trapp. My lord, he had the infolence to tell me to my face, that it was the most impudent piece of nonfence that ever was imposed upon mankind; and that they who compel us to receive it, are the most inhuman of tyrants.

Mr. Sollicitor. Did you hear him fay nothing elfe ?

Dr. Trapp. No, Sir; for I immediately knocked him down, and raised the mob upon him, in hopes that he would have been tore to pieces. Court. Call in Dr. Waterland.

Mr. Sollicitor. What difcourfe have you had with the prisoner about the Trinity?

Dr. Waterland. Sir, while the prisoner was orthodox and pure in his faith, no man was more intimate with him, or valued him more than I did; but when I found him examining the fcriptures, and reasoning upon myfteries, I profefs I was extremely apprehenfive, that fome great mifchief would happen to the church; nor was it long before he broke out into this fatal error. My concern was fuch, that there is nothing which I would not have done to have saved his immortal foul; I begged him, for his own fake, and for the fake of his innocent brethren, to have pity on a falling church; nay, I affured him of a couple of the fatteft livings in the kingdom, if he would but feem to recant: but the vile wretch was so far from being reduced to a chriftian temper, by this fpiritual encouragement,

that he had the ill manners to tell me, that he would have nothing to do with fuch a parcel of hypocritical, base rascals; and that the Trinity was nothing but a piece of roguery invented by the church.

Mr. Sollicitor. Was that all that paffed between ye?

Dr. Waterland. Yes, Sir.

Mr. Sollicitor. Did not you knock him down too?

Dr. Waterland. Sir, I happened to be very much weakened with a fmall running at that time; but had my ftrength been equal to my indignation, I should have knocked his brains

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Judge. Have you any more witnesses ? Mr. Sollicitor General. Call in Dr. Rogers. Mr. Sollicitor. Pray, Sir, acquaint the court with what you know of the prisoner, in relation to his defaming, ridiculing, or denying the holy Trinity.

Dr. Rogers. Sir, as I and several other orthodox divines, were gravely difcourfing upon tithes, fine ale, pluralities, and fuch like fpiritual matters, the prifoner happened to be by; when, on a fudden, there entered a very comely old gentleman, who cried out with an audible voice, The mystery of myfteries unfolded, to the utter confufion of all arians, infidels and heretics > One is three, and Three are one, not only made vifible,