ACT IV., SCENE I.
CAR[DINAL]. HYP. AVA. TYR. PHILO.
[CARDINAL.]
Go to, Master Zeal,[47] bring forth that heretic,
Which doth thus disturb our religion catholic.
HYPOCRISY.
Room for my lord's grace! what! no manner reverence,
But cap on head, Hodge, and that in a lord's presence?
CARDINAL.
What, Master Hypocrisy, I have stayed for you long.
HYPOCRISY [Aside].
You were best crowd in, and play us among.
CARDINAL.
Where have you been from me so long absent?
I appointed to have been here three hours ago,
In my consistory to have sat in judgment
Of that wretched schismatic that doth trouble us so.
HYPOCRISY.
What, have you caught but one, and no mo?
In faith, father Avarice, you have plied your chaps well.
AVARICE.
I must needs confess that I am paid for my travail.
TYRANNY.
Room for the prisoner! what, room on each hand,
Or I shall make some out of the way for to stand.
Lo, here, my lord, is that seditious schismatic,
That we have laid wait for, an arrant heretic.