"Is that all ?" she said.

"Then you are no better than Father Christopher and the rest of them.

Your own, your own, ever your own! My father is the king's man, and when he rides into the press of fight he is not thinking ever of the saving of his own poor body; he recks little enough if he leave it on the field.

Why then should you, who are soldiers of the Spirit, be ever moping or hiding in cell or in cave, with minds full of your own concerns, while the world, which you should be mending, is going on its way, and neither sees nor hears you?
Were ye all as thoughtless of your own souls as the soldier is of his body, ye would be of more avail to the souls of others." "There is sooth in what you say, lady," Alleyne answered; "and yet I scarce can see what you would have the clergy and the church to do." "I would have them live as others and do men's work in the world, preaching by their lives rather than their words.

I would have them come forth from their lonely places, mix with the borel folks, feel the pains and the pleasures, the cares and the rewards, the temptings and the stirrings of the common people.