Cran. And let heaven
Witness how dear I hold this confirmation.
King. Good man, those joyful tears show thy true heart:[851]
The common voice, I see, is verified 175
Of thee, which says thus: 'Do my Lord of Canterbury
A shrewd turn, and he is your friend for ever.'[852]
Come, lords, we trifle time away; I long
To have this young one made a Christian.
As I have made ye one, lords, one remain: 180
So I grow stronger, you more honour gain. [Exeunt.
Scene IV. The palace yard.[853]
Noise and tumult within. Enter Porter and his Man.
Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals: do you[854][855]
take the court for Paris-garden? ye rude slaves, leave your[854][856]
gaping.[854]
[Within] 'Good master porter, I belong to the larder.'[854][857]
Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, ye rogue![854][858] 5
Is this a place to roar in? Fetch me a dozen crab-tree[854][859]
staves, and strong ones: these are but switches to 'em.[854][860]
I'll scratch your heads: you must be seeing christenings?[854]
do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude rascals?[854]
Man. Pray, sir, be patient: 'tis as much impossible— 10
Unless we sweep 'em from the door with cannons—
To scatter 'em, as 'tis to make 'em sleep
On May-day morning; which will never be:
We may as well push against Powle's as stir 'em.[861]
Port. How got they in, and be hang'd? 15
Man. Alas, I know not; how gets the tide in?
As much as one sound cudgel of four foot—
You see the poor remainder—could distribute,
I made no spare, sir.