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The Complete Works of William Shakespeare - Israel Gollancz William Shakespeare [1942]

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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.

GEORGE.

We'll hear the earl of Surrey.

LINCOLN.

The earl of Shrewsbury.

GEORGE.

We'll hear both.

ALL.

Both, both, both, both!

LINCOLN.

Peace, I say, peace! are you men of wisdom, or what are you?

SURREY.

What you will have them; but not men of wisdom.

ALL.

We'll not hear my lord of Surrey; no, no, no, no, no! Shrewsbury,

Shrewsbury!

MORE.

Whiles they are o'er the bank of their obedience,

Thus will they bear down all things.

LINCOLN.

Sheriff More speaks; shall we hear Sheriff More speak?

DOLL.

Let's hear him: a keeps a plentyful shrievaltry, and a made my

brother Arthur Watchins Seriant Safes yeoman: let's hear Shrieve

More.

ALL.

Shrieve More, More, More, Shrieve More!

MORE.

Even by the rule you have among yourselves,

Command still audience.

ALL.

Surrey, Surrey! More, More!

LINCOLN:

Peace, peace, silence, peace.

GEORGE.

Peace, peace, silence, peace.

MORE.

You that have voice and credit with the number

Command them to a stillness.

LINCOLN.

A plague on them, they will not hold their peace; the dual cannot rule them.

MORE.

Then what a rough and riotous charge have you,

To lead those that the dual cannot rule?—

Good masters, hear me speak.

DOLL.

Aye, by th' mass, will we, More: th' art a good housekeeper, and I thank thy good worship for my brother Arthur Watchins.

ALL.

Peace, peace.

MORE.

Look, what you do offend you cry upon,

That is, the peace: not one of you here present,

Had there such fellows lived when you were babes,

That could have topped the peace, as now you would,

The peace wherein you have till now grown up

Had been ta'en from you, and the bloody times

Could not have brought you to the state of men.

Alas, poor things, what is it you have got,

Although we grant you get the thing you seek?

GEORGE.

Marry, the removing of the strangers, which cannot choose but much advantage the poor handicrafts of the city.

MORE.

Grant them removed, and grant that this your noise

Hath chid down all the majesty of England;

Imagine that you see the wretched strangers,

Their babies at their backs and their poor luggage,

Plodding tooth ports and costs for transportation,

And that you sit as kings in your desires,

Authority quite silent by your brawl,

And you in ruff of your opinions clothed;

What had you got? I'll tell you: you had taught

How insolence and strong hand should prevail,

How order should be quelled; and by this pattern

Not one of you should live an aged man,

For other ruffians, as their fancies wrought,

With self same hand, self reasons, and self right,

Would shark on you, and men like ravenous fishes

Would feed on one another.

DOLL.

Before God, that's as true as the Gospel.

LINCOLN.

Nay, this is a sound fellow, I tell you: let's mark him.

MORE.

Let me set up before your thoughts, good friends,

On supposition; which if you will mark,

You shall perceive how horrible a shape

Your innovation bears: first, tis a sin

Which oft the apostle did forewarn us of,

Urging obedience to authority;

And twere no error, if I told you all,

You were in arms against your God himself.

ALL.

Marry, God forbid that!

MORE.

Nay, certainly you are;

For to the king God hath his office lent

Of dread, of justice, power and command,

Hath bid him rule, and willed you to obey;

And, to add ampler majesty to this,

He hath not only lent the king his figure,

His throne and sword, but given him his own name,

Calls him a god on earth. What do you, then,

Rising gainst him that God himself installs,

But rise against God? what do you to your souls

In doing this? O, desperate as you are,

Wash your foul minds with tears, and those same hands,

That you like rebels lift against the peace,

Lift up for peace, and your unreverent knees,

Make them your feet to kneel to be forgiven!

Tell me but this: what rebel captain,

As mutinies are incident,

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