Roper: So now you’d give the Devil benefit of Law!
More: Yes. What would you do? Cut a great road through the law to get after the Devil?
Roper: I’d cut down every law in England to do that!
More: (Roused and excited) Oh? (Advances on Roper) And when the last law was down, and the Devil turned round on you—where would you hide, Roper, the laws all being flat? This country’s planted thick with laws from coast to coast—man’s laws, not God’s—and if you cut them down—and you’re just the man to do it—d’you really think you could stand upright in the winds that would blow then? (Quietly) Yes, I’d give the Devil benefit of law.
Roper: I have long suspected this; this is the golden calf; the law is your god.
More: (Wearily) Oh, Roper, you’re a fool, God’s my god…(Rather bitterly) But I find him rather too (Very bitterly) subtle…I don’t know where he is nor what he wants.
—Robert Bolt, A Man For All Seasons