Holl. True; and yet it is said, labour in thy vocation; [15] 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.
Holl. I see them! I see them! There’s Best’s son, 20 the tanner of Wingham,—
Bevis. He shall have the skin of our enemies, to make dog’s-leather of.
Holl. And Dick the butcher,—
Bevis. Then is sin struck down like an ox, and iniquity’s 25 throat cut like a calf.
[♦] Holl. And Smith the weaver,—
Bevis. Argo, their thread of life is spun.
[♦] Holl. Come, come, let’s fall in with them.
Drum. Enter CADE, DICK Butcher, SMITH the Weaver, and a Sawyer, with infinite numbers.