HOLLAND.
The nobility think scorn to go in leather aprons.
BEVIS.
Nay, more, the King’s Council are no good workmen.
HOLLAND.
True; and yet it is said, “Labour in thy vocation,” which is as much to say as, “Let the magistrates be labouring men;” and therefore should we be magistrates.
BEVIS.
Thou hast hit it; for there’s no better sign of a brave mind than a hard hand.
HOLLAND.
I see them! I see them! There’s Best’s son, the tanner of Wingham.
BEVIS.
He shall have the skin of our enemies, to make dog’s leather of.
HOLLAND.
And Dick the butcher.
BEVIS.
Then is sin struck down like an ox, and iniquity’s throat cut like a calf.
HOLLAND.
And Smith the weaver.
BEVIS.
Argo, their thread of life is spun.