1 Gu. I beseech your Grace to pardon me.[153]
Or. Do'st thou know who I am?
1 Gu. Yes, Sir, and honour you.
Or. Why do'st thou keep the dore fast then?
Will. Thou fellow,
Thou sawcy fellow, and you that stand by gaping!
Is the Prince of no more value, no more respect
Then like a Page?
2 Gu. We beseech your Excellencies
To pardon us; our duties are not wanting,
Nor dare we entertaine a thought to crosse ye:
We are placed here on Commaund.
Or. To keepe me out?
Have I lost my place in Councell? are my services
Growne to so poore regards, my worth so bankrupt?
Or am I tainted with dishonest actions,
That I am held unfitt my Cuntries busines?
Who placd ye here?
1 Gu. The body of the Councell; And we beseech your Grace make it not our syn: They gave us strict commaund to stop your passage.
Or. 'Twas frendly don and like my noble masters.
Will. Deny you place? make good the dore against ye? This is unsufferable, most unsufferable.