Ashb. If hee but styer then stryke.
Mild. This Stafford law,
Which I till nowe heard never nam'd in France,
Is for the present a more fearefull coort
Then chancery or star-chamber. I want motion;
You have made [me] a statue, a meere Imadge.
Godf.[109] Styer and thou diest: weele maule you.
Mild. Iff heare I can have none, lett me depart To seake elcewhere for justyce.
Sarl. Keepe him prisoner, And sett mee free to finde some advocate To pleade in his just cause.
Godf. Neather styrre In payne of too Frensh crownes, and they so crack[t] Never more to passe for currant.
Ashb. That presume.
Mild. Misery of miseryes! I am bound hand and foote, And yet boath legges and armes at liberty.
Godf. Yes by the lawe cald Stafforde.
Enter Mr. Raphael, Mr. Treadway and the Clowne.