Beuis. Nay more, the Kings Councell are no good
Workemen
Hol. 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
Beuis. Thou hast hit it: for there's no better signe of a
braue minde, then a hard hand
Hol. I see them, I see them: There's Bests Sonne, the
Tanner of Wingham
Beuis. Hee shall haue the skinnes of our enemies, to
make Dogges Leather of
Hol. And Dicke the Butcher
Beuis. Then is sin strucke downe like an Oxe, and iniquities throate cut like a Calfe
Hol. And Smith the Weauer
Beu. Argo, their thred of life is spun
Hol. Come, come, let's fall in with them.