t and in truth, why do you worship a piece of bread?
If he be eaten and drunken in faith and truth, if his flesh be not
profitable to be among us, why do you say you make his flesh and blood,
and say it is profitable for body and soul? Alas! I am a poor woman, but
rather than do as you do, I would live no longer. I have said, Sir."

_Bishop._ I promise you, you are a jolly protestant. I pray you in what
school have you been brought up?

_Mrs. Prest._ I have upon the Sundays visited the sermons, and there
have I learned such things as are so fixed in my breast, that death
shall not separate them.

_B._ O foolish woman, who will waste his breath upon thee, or such as
thou art? But how chanceth it that thou wentest away from thy husband?
If thou wert an honest woman, thou wouldst not have left thy husband and
children, and run about the country like a fugitive.

_Mrs. P._ Sir, I laboured for my living; and as my master Christ
counselleth me, when I was persecuted in one city, I fled into another.

_B._ Who persecuted thee?

_Mrs. P._ My husband and my children. For when I would have them to
leave idolatry, and to worship God in heaven, he would not hear me, but
he with his children rebuked me, and troubled me. I fled not for
whoredom, nor for theft, but because I would be no partaker with him and
his of that foul idol the mass; and wheresoever I was, as oft as I
could, upon Sundays and holydays, I made excuses not to go to the popish
church.

_B._ Belike then you are a good housewife, to fly from your husband and
the church.

_Mrs. P._ My housewifery is but small; but God gave me grace to go to
the true church.

_B._ The true church, what dost thou mean?

_Mrs. P._ Not your popish church, full of idols and abominations, but
where two or three are gathered together in the name of God, to that
church will I go as long as I live.

_B._ Belike then you have a church of your own. Well, let this mad woman
be put down to prison till we send for her husband.

_Mrs. P._ No, I have but one husband, who is here already in this city,
and in prison with me, from whom I will never depart.

Some persons present endeavouring to convince the bishop she was not in
her right senses, she was permitted to depart. The keeper of the
bishop's prisons took her into his house, where she either spun worked
as a servant, or walked about the city, discoursing upon the sacrament
of the altar. Her husband was sent for to take her home, b