Trash. O my ware, my ware! God bless it!
Busy. In my zeal and glory to be thus exercised.
Re-enter LEATHERHEAD, with BRISTLE, HAGGISE, and other Officers.
Leath. Here he is, pray you lay hold on his zeal; we cannot sell a whistle for him in tune. Stop his noise first.
Busy. Thou canst not; ’tis a sanctified noise: I will make a loud and most strong noise, till I have daunted the profane enemy. And for this cause—
Leath. Sir, here’s no man afraid of you, or your cause. You shall swear it in the stocks, sir.
Busy. I will thrust myself into the stocks, upon the pikes of the land.
[They seize him.
Leath. Carry him away.