DOLL. Peace there, I say! hear Captain Lincoln speak; keep silence, till we know his mind at large.
CLOWN. Then largely deliver; speak, bully: and he that presumes to interrupt thee in thy oration, this for him.
LINCOLN.
Then, gallant bloods, you whose free souls do scorn
To bear the inforced wrongs of aliens,
Add rage to resolution, fire the houses
Of these audacious strangers. This is St. Martins,
And yonder dwells Mutas, a wealthy Piccardy,
At the Green Gate,
De Barde, Peter Van Hollocke, Adrian Martine,
With many more outlandish fugitives.
Shall these enjoy more privilege than we
In our own country? let’s, then, become their slaves.
Since justice keeps not them in greater awe,
We be ourselves rough ministers at law.
CLOWN. Use no more swords, nor no more words, but fire the houses; brave captain courageous, fire me their houses.
DOLL. Aye, for we may as well make bonfires on May day as at midsummer: we’ll alter the day in the calendar, and set it down in flaming letters.
SHERWIN.
Stay!
No, that would much endanger the whole city,
Whereto I would not the least prejudice.
DOLL.
No, nor I neither; so may mine own house be burned for company.
I’ll tell ye what: we’ll drag the strangers into More fields, and there
bombast them till they stink again.
CLOWN.
And that’s soon done; for they smell for fear already.
GEORGE.
Let some of us enter the strangers’ houses,
And, if we find them there, then bring them forth.
DOLL.
But if ye bring them forth ere ye find them, I’ll ne’er allow of that.