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SIR THOMAS MORE Page: 15
Plod on they know not how, like a fool's pen,
That, ending, shows not any sentence writ,
Linked but to common reason or slightest wit:
These follow for no harm; but yet incur
Self penalty with those that raised this stir.
A God's name, on, to calm our private foes
With breath of gravity, not dangerous blows!
SCENE IV. St. Martin's Gate.
[Enter Lincoln, Doll, Clown, George Betts, Williamson, others;
and a Sergeant at Arms.]
LINCOLN.
Peace, hear me: he that will not see a red herring at a Harry groat,
butter at elevenpence a pound, meal at nine shillings a bushel, and
beef at four nobles a stone, list to me.
GEORGE.
It will come to that pass, if strangers be suffered. Mark him.
LINCOLN.
Our country is a great eating country; ergo, they eat more in our
country than they do in their own.
CLOWN.
By a halfpenny loaf, a day, troy weight.
LINCOLN.
They bring in strange roots, which is merely to the undoing of poor
prentices; for what's a sorry parsnip to a good heart?
WILLIAMSON.
Trash, trash; they breed sore eyes, and tis enough to infect the city
with the palsey.
LINCOLN.
Nay, it has infected it with the palsey; for these bastards of dung,
as you know they grow in dung, have infected us, and it is our
infection will make the city shake, which partly comes through the
eating of parsnips.
CLOWN.
True; and pumpkins together.
SERGEANT.
What say ye to the mercy of the king?
Do ye refuse it?
LINCOLN.
You would have us upon this, would you? no, marry, do we not;
we accept of the king's mercy, but we will show no mercy upon the
strangers.
SERGEANT.
You are the simplest things that ever stood
In such a question.
LINCOLN.
How say ye now, prentices? prentices simple! down with him!
ALL.
Prentices simple! prentices simple!
[Enter the Lord Mayor, Surrey, Shrewsbury, More.]
LORD MAYOR.
Hold! in the king's name, hold!
SURREY.
Friends, masters, countrymen--
LORD MAYOR.
Peace, how, peace! I charge you, keep the peace!
SHREWSBURY.
My masters, countrymen--
WILLIAMSON.
The noble earl of Shrewsbury, let's hear him.
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