[♦] Advance our half-faced sun, striving to shine,
Under the which is writ ‘Invitis nubibus.’
100 The commons here in Kent are up in arms:
And, to conclude, reproach and beggary
[♦] Is crept into the palace of our king,
And all by thee. Away! convey him hence.
Suf. O that I were a god, to shoot forth thunder
105 Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges!
Small things make base men proud: this villain here,
[♦] Being captain of a pinnace, threatens more