Cit. That you have no good meaning: These seven years there hath been Plays at this House, I have observed it, you have still girds at Citizens; and now you call your Play The London Merchant. Down with your Title, Boy, down with your Title.
Pro. Are you a member of the noble City?
Cit. I am.
Pro. And a Free-man?
Cit. Yea, and a Grocer.
Pro. So Grocer, then by your swe[e]t favour, we intend no abuse to the City.
Cit. No sir,
Yes sir,
If you were not resolv'd to play the Jacks,
What need you study for new subjects,
Purposely to abuse your betters?
Why could not you be contented,
As well as others,
With the Legend of Whittington,
Or the life and death of Sir Thomas Gresham?
With the building of the Royal Exchange?
Or the storie of Queen Elenor,
With the rearing of London bridge upon Woollsacks?
Pro. You seem to be an understanding man:
What would you have us do sir?
Cit. Why?
Present something notably
In honor of the Commons of the City.
Pro. Why,
What do you say, to the life and death of fat Drake,
Or the repairing of Fleet Privies?