Or a dole of bread, think you, for each man?
Duke
That, on next Sunday, the Lord Cardinal
Shall, after Holy Mass, preach you a sermon
Upon the Beauty of Obedience.
[Citizens murmur.]
First Citizen
I’ faith, that will not fill our stomachs!
Second Citizen
A sermon is but a sorry sauce, when
You have nothing to eat with it.
Duchess
Poor people,
You see I have no power with the Duke,
But if you go into the court without,
My almoner shall from my private purse,
Divide a hundred ducats ’mongst you all.