[♦] ‘This general applause and loving shout
[40] Argues your wisdoms and your love to Richard:’
[♦] And even here brake off, and came away.
[♦] Glou. What tongueless blocks were they! would they not speak?
[♦] Buck. No, by my troth, my lord.
Glou. Will not the mayor then and his brethren come?
[45] Buck. The mayor is here at hand: intend some fear;
[♦] Be not you spoke with, but by mighty suit:
And look you get a prayer-book in your hand,
[♦] And stand betwixt two churchmen, good my lord;