"Nay, nay; I am not like unto Saul the son of Kish for stature. Moreover, none who look on you can question you are kin to the servant of God who hath even now borne his witness, and this rabble is thirsty for the blood of the saints.  Yet I know you have security--the friends with whom you have cast in your lot sit now in high places, and General Monck loves you well."