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of this new feet? ye are not found.
Crom. Not found ?
Grom. Would you were half so honest!
Gard. I shall remember this bold language.
Crom. Do, Remember
bold life too. Cham. This is too much; Forbear for shame, my Lords.
Gard. I've done.
Cham. Then thus for you, my Lord; it stands agreed,
All. We are.
mercy, But I must needs to th’ Tower, my Lords?
Gard. What other
Gard. Receive him,
Gran. Stay, good my Lords,
Cham, This is the King's ring.
Suf. 'Tis his right ring, hy Heav'n. I told ye all, When we first put this dang'rous stone, a rowling, 'T would fall upon ourselves.
Nor. D' you think, my Lords,
Cham. 'Tis now too certain.
Crom. My mind gave me,
King. You're ever good at sudden commendations, Bishop of Winchelter. But know, I come not To hear such flatt'ries now; and in my presence They are too thin and base to hide offences. To me you cannot reach : you play the spaniel, And think with wagging of your tongue to win me. But whatfo'er thou takist me for; I'm sure Thou hast a cruel nature, and a bloody. Good man, fit down. Now let me see the proudest
[To Cran, He that dares most, but wag his finger at thee, By all that's holy, he had better starve, Than but once think this place becomes thee not.
Sur. May't please your Grace
King No, Sir, it does not please me.
Pow'r, as he was a counsellor, to try him,
There's some of ye, I sea,
hill never have while I do live. Chain. My must dread Sovereign, may it like your
King. Weil, well, my Loris, respect him :
Gran. The greatest monarch now alive may glory In such an honour; how may I deserve it, That an a poor and humble subject to you? King. Come, come, my Lord, you'd spare your
spoons: you shall have Two noble partners with you : the old Duchess of Norfolk, and the Lady Marquis DorsetOnce more, my Lord of Winchester, I charge you Embrace and love this min.
Gard. With a true heart
Gran. And let Heaven
King. Good man, those joyful tears shews thy true The coinmon voice, I see, is verify'd
[heart: of thee, which says thus : Do iny Lord of Canterbury But one shrewd turn, and he's your friend for ever. Come, Lords, we trifle time away: I long To have this young one made a Christian. As I have made ye one, Lords, one remain : So I grow stronger, you inore honour gaia. [Exeunt.
SCENE VII. The palace yard. Noise and tumult within. Enter Porter and his Mano
Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals ; do you take the court for Paris Garden? ye rude faves, leave your gaping.
Within, Good Mr Porter, I belong to th'farder.
Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hang'd, ye rogue ; is this a place to roar in? fetch me a dozen crab-tree faves, and strong ones; these are but switches—TO 'em. I'll scratch your heads; you must be seeing christenings? Do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude rascals?
Man. Pray, Sir, be patient; 'tis as much impoflible
Port How got they in, and be hang'd?
the tide in.?
Port. You did nothing, Sir.
Man, I am not Samfon, nor Sir Guy, nor Colebrand, to mow 'em down before me ; but if i spar'd any that had a head to hit, either young or old, he or she, cuckol} or cuckold-maker, let me never hope to see a chine again; and that I would not for a crow, God save her.
Within. Do you hear, Mr Porter?
Port. I shall be with you prefently, good Mr Puppy. Keep the door close, lirrah. Alan. What would you
have me do? Port. What should you do, but knock 'em down by the dozens? Is this Morefields to muster in? or have we fome Itrange Indian with the great tool come court, the women fo besiege us ? Bless me! what a fry of fornication is at the door? on my Christian conScience, this one christening will beget a thousand; here: will be father, godfather, aad all together.
Nlan. The ipoons will be the bigger, Sir. There is a fellow funewliat near the door, he should be a brasier by his face ; for o' my conscience, twenty of the dog
days now reign in's nose ; all that stand about him are under the line, they need no other penance : that firedrake did I hit three times on the head, and three times was his no!e discharges against ine ; he stands there like a mortar-piece to blow us up. There was
a haberdasher's wife of small wit near him, that rail'd upon me till her pink'd porringer fell off her head, for kindling such a combustion in the Itate, I miss'd the meteor once, and hit that wọinan, who cry'd out, Clubs! when I might see from far some forty truncheoneers draw to her luccour ; which were the hope of the Strand, where The was quarter'd. They fell on ; I made jood' my place; at length they came to th' broom-staff with me, i defy'd ein till; when suddenly a file of boys behind 'em deliver'd such a shower of pibbles, looie ihot, that I was fain to draw mine honour in, and let 'em win the work: The devil was amongst 'emn, I think, furely.
Port. These are the youths that thunder at a playhoute, and fight for bitten apples; that no audience but the tribulation of Tower bill, or the limbs of Lime-house, their dear brothers, are able to endure. I have some of 'em in Limbo Patrum, and there they are. like to dance these three days; besides the running ban. quet of two beadles that is to come.
Enter Lord Chamberlain.
Port. Please your Honour,
Cham. As I live,