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SIR THOMAS MORE Page: 2
Sherwin following him.]
DOLL.
Here he comes himself; tell him so, if thou darst.
CAVELER.
Follow me no further; I say thou shalt not have them.
WILLIAMSON.
I bought them in Cheapside, and paid my money for them.
SHERWIN.
He did, sir, indeed; and you offer him wrong, both to take them
from him, and not restore him his money neither.
CAVELER.
If he paid for them, let it suffice that I possess them: beefs and
brews may serve such hinds; are pigeons meat for a coarse
carpenter?
LINCOLN.
It is hard when Englishmen's patience must be thus jetted on by
strangers, and they not dare to revenge their own wrongs.
GEORGE.
Lincoln, let's beat them down, and bear no more of these abuses.
LINCOLN.
We may not, Betts: be patient, and hear more.
DOLL.
How now, husband! what, one stranger take they food from thee,
and another thy wife! by our Lady, flesh and blood, I think, can
hardly brook that.
LINCOLN.
Will this gear never be otherwise? must these wrongs be thus
endured?
GEORGE.
Let us step in, and help to revenge their injury.
BARDE.
What art thou that talkest of revenge? my lord ambassador shall
once more make your Major have a check, if he punish thee for this
saucy presumption.
WILLIAMSON.
Indeed, my lord Mayor, on the ambassador's complaint, sent me to
Newgate one day, because (against my will) I took the wall of a
stranger: you may do any thing; the goldsmith's wife and mine
now must be at your commandment.
GEORGE.
The more patient fools are ye both, to suffer it.
BARDE.
Suffer it! mend it thou or he, if ye can or dare. I tell thee, fellows,
and she were the Mayor of London's wife, had I her once in my
possession, I would keep her in spite of him that durst say nay.
GEORGE.
I tell thee, Lombard, these words should cost thy best cape, were I
not curbed by duty and obedience: the Mayor of London's wife!
Oh God, shall it be thus?
DOLL.
Why, Betts, am not I as dear t m husband as my lord Mayor's wife
to him? and wilt thou so neglectly suffer thine own shame?--Hands
off, proud stranger! or, by him that bought me, if men's milky
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