The Parliament for ever cries more money,
The service of the State demands more money.
Just heaven! of what service is the State?
Tyler. Oh! ’tis of vast importance! Who should pay for
The luxuries and riots of the court?
Who should support the flaunting courtier’s pride,
Pay for their midnight revels, their rich garments,
Did not the State enforce?—Think ye, my friend,
That I—a humble blacksmith, here at Deptford,
Would part with these six groats—earn’d by hard toil,