CAVELER. If he paid for them, let it suffice that I possess them: beefs and brews may serve such hinds; are pigeons meat for a coarse carpenter?
LINCOLN. It is hard when Englishmen’s patience must be thus jetted on by strangers, and they not dare to revenge their own wrongs.
GEORGE.
Lincoln, let’s beat them down, and bear no more of these abuses.
LINCOLN.
We may not, Betts: be patient, and hear more.
DOLL. How now, husband! what, one stranger take they food from thee, and another thy wife! by our Lady, flesh and blood, I think, can hardly brook that.
LINCOLN. Will this gear never be otherwise? must these wrongs be thus endured?
GEORGE.
Let us step in, and help to revenge their injury.
BARDE. What art thou that talkest of revenge? my lord ambassador shall once more make your Major have a check, if he punish thee for this saucy presumption.
WILLIAMSON. Indeed, my lord Mayor, on the ambassador’s complaint, sent me to Newgate one day, because (against my will) I took the wall of a stranger: you may do any thing; the goldsmith’s wife and mine now must be at your commandment.
GEORGE.
The more patient fools are ye both, to suffer it.