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By virtue of that ring I take my cause
100 To a most noble judge, the king my master.
Chan. This is the king's ring.
'Tis no counterfeit? Suf. 'Tis the right ring, by heaven! I told ye all, When we first put this dangerous stone a-rolling, 104 'Twould fall upon ourselves. Nor.
Do you think, my lords, , The king will suffer but the little finger Of this man to be vex'd? Chan.
'Tis now too certain: How much more is his life in value with him?
108 Would I were fairly out on 't. Crom.
My mind gave me,
112 Ye blew the fire that burns ye: now have at ye!
Enter King, frowning on them: takes his seat. Gar. Dread sovereign, how much are we bound to
heaven In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince, Not only good and wise, but most religious:
116 One that in all obedience makes the Church The chief aim of his honour; and to strengthen That holy duty, out of dear respect, His royal self in judgment comes to hear
120 The cause betwixt her and this great offender. King. You were ever good at sudden commenda
tions, Bishop of Winchester; but know, I come not
103 right: genuine
109 My mind gave me: I suspected 133 his place; cf. n. 146 mean: opportunity
To hear such flattery now, and in my presence
Sur. May it please your Grace,-
No, sir, it does not please me.
Thus far, My most dread sovereign, may it like your Grace 148 To let my tongue excuse all. What was purpos’d Concerning his imprisonment was ratherIf there be faith in men-meant for his trial And fair purgation to the world, than malice,
136 of: as members of
I'm sure, in me.
Well, well, my lords, respect him;
156 Am, for his love and service, so to him. Make me no more ado, but all embrace him: Be friends, for shame, my lords! My Lord of Can
terbury, I have a suit which you must not deny me;
160 That is, a fair young maid that yet wants baptism: You must be godfather, and answer for her.
Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may glory In such an honour: how may I deserve it,
164 That am 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 Lady 168
Marquess Dorset. Will these please you?
With a true heart
172 Witness, how dear I hold this confirmation. King. Good man! those joyful tears show thy true
heart. The common voice, I see, is verified Of thee, which says thus: ‘Do my Lord of Canterbury
176 A shrewd turn, and he's your friend for ever.' Come, lords, we trifle time away: I long 166 spare your spoons: save christening presents 177 shrewd: malicious (i.e. he returns good for evil)
173 confirmation: assurance
To have this young one made a Christian.
Noise and tumult within. Enter Porter and his Man.
Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals. Do you take the court for Parish-garden? ye rude slaves, leave your gaping.
[Voice] Within. Good Master Porter, I belong 4 to the larder.
Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, ye rogue! Is this a place to roar in? Fetch me a dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones: 8 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?
12 Man. Pray, sir, be patient: 'tis as much impossible Unless we sweep 'em from the doors with cannonsTo scatter 'em, as 'tis to make 'em sleep On May-day morning; which will never be.
16 We may as well push against Paul's as stir ’em.
Port. How got they in, and be hang'd?
Man. Alas, I know not; how gets the tide in? As much as one sound cudgel of four foot- 20 You see the poor remainder-could distribute, I made no spare, sir. Port.
You did nothing, sir. 2 Parish-garden; cf.n. 5 larder:
the pantry (therefore he had the right to enter) 16 May-day morning; cf. n.
17 Paul's: St. Paul's Cathedral 23 Cf.n.
Man. I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colbrand, To mow 'em down before me; but if I spar'd any 24 That had a head to hit, either young or old, He or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker, Let me ne'er hope to see a chine again; And that I would not for a cow, God
save her! Within. Do you hear, Master Porter?
Port. I shall be with you presently, good Master puppy.
Keep the door close, sirrah.
32 Port. What should you do, but knock 'em down by the dozens ? Is this Moorfields to muster in? or have we some strange Indian with the great tool come to court, the women so 36 besiege us? Bless me, what a fry of fornication is at door! On my Christian conscience, this one christening will beget a thousand: here will be father, godfather, and all together. 40
Man. The spoons will be the bigger, sir. There is a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a brazier by his face, for, o' my conscience, twenty of the dog days now reign in's nose: all 44 that stand about him are under the line, they need no other penance. That fire-drake did I hit three times on the head, and three times was his nose discharged against me: he stands there, 48 like a mortar-piece, to blow us. There was a haberdasher's wife of small wit. near him, that railed upon me till her pinked porringer fell off
27 chine: roast of beef 28 for a cow; cf. n.
34 Moorfields; cf. n. 35 strange Indian; cf. n.
41 The spoons; cf. n. 43 brazier: worker in brass 45 under the line: under the equator (where it is hot) 46 fire-drake: fiery dragon (the man with the red nose) 49 mortar-piece: small cannon 51 pinked porringer: a bowl-shaped hat slashed with holes