Enter COKES, BRISTLE, HAGGISE, and POCHER, with OVERDO, followed by TROUBLEALL.
Tro. My masters, I do make no doubt, but you are officers.
Bri. What then, sir?
Tro. And the king’s loving and obedient subjects.
Bri. Obedient, friend! take heed what you speak, I advise you; Oliver Bristle advises you. His loving subjects, we grant you; but not his obedient, at this time, by your leave; we know ourselves a little better than so; we are to command, sir, and such as you are to be obedient. Here’s one of his obedient subjects going to the stocks; and we’ll make you such another, if you talk.
Tro. You are all wise enough in your places, I know.
Bri. If you know it, sir, why do you bring it in question?
Tro. I question nothing, pardon me. I do only hope you have warrant for what you do, and so quit you, and so multiply you.
[Exit.
Hag. What is he?—Bring him up to the stocks there. Why bring you him not up?