_Resp._ Lo! People! to hope a while longer shall be best.
_People._ Well, then cham perswaged to do at your inquest.
_Insol._ Madame! mistrust not us, your painful ministers!
_Avar._ Never had lady more watchful officers!
_Oppr._ For my part, I will swear the gospel book upon, That if the laws I have made should, everyone, Redound to mine own singular commodity, They could not be friendlier framed than they be.
_Insol._ Therefore, repose yourself, Madame, awhile, and wink! Ye are in better case toward than you can think.
_Avar._ We shall here remain, and give People good counsel; Quiet for to be, till Policy may prevail.
_Resp._ He will do well with your good informations.
_People._ Yea, vay! chil volow their good exaltations.
_Resp._ Then I leave you all here to God: I will depart.
_People._ Now, ho! destructions to member in my heart?
_Insol._ [Can ye naught] else do but rage, and rave, and cry out?
_Insol._ And murmur against the law! Let me hear thee prate as thou hast done heretofore!
_Avar._ Or trouble Lady Respublica any more!
_Oppr._ Thou canst not see, thou wretch! canst thou, when thou art well?
_Avar._ Is't part of thy play with such high matters to mell?
_Insol._ Doth it become thee to bark with such a wide throat?
_Avar._ And to have an oar in everybody's boat?
_Insol._ If thou do so again, it shall with thee be worse.
_Oppr._ We shall wring and pinch thee, both by belly and purse.
_Insol._ I would advise you, friend! to grunt and groan no more.
_Oppr._ Do the like again, and thou shalt rue it full sore!
_Avar._ It were best for you, friend! all murmuring to cease.
_People._ Bum vay, then! chil e'en go home, and vair hold my peace.
_Insol._ Do so by my rede, and fall to honest labour.
_Avar._ Hence home, and be quiet! and thou shalt find favour.
_Oppr._ No words, but hence, apace! This was done as should be.
_People._ But ho! one word erch go; ye'll give volk leave to think?
_Oppr._ No, marry! will we not, nor to look, but wink!
_People._ Yes, by Gis! but chil lo[ok]; nay, lo there! thought is free, And a cat, they zaith, may look on a king, pardy! [_Exeat._
_Insol._ Now, where do we be come? I, home! [_Exeat._
_Avar._ And I must see what feet about my door have trod.
_Miser._ Wherein appeareth the graciousness of God More than, infinitely to exceed man's goodness, But that He keepeth back the sharp stroke of His rod When man would rage in most furious woodness?