mayor. Help! help! Wait till we are in Kinvara!
first cripple [beating mayor on the legs with crutch]. I'll shake the royalty out of his legs!
second cripple [burying his nails in mayor’s face]. I’ll scrumble the ermine out of his skin!
chamberlain. How dare you make this uproar at the doors.
Deafening the very greatest in the land,
As if the farmyards and the rookeries
Had all been emptied!
first cripple. It is the Chamberlain.
chamberlain. Pick up the litter there, and get you gone!
Be quick about it! Have you no respect
For this worn stair, this all but sacred door,
Where suppliants and tributary kings
Have passed, and the world’s glory knelt in silence?
Have you no reverence for what all other men
Hold honourable?
brian. If I might speak my mind,
I’d say the King would have his luck again
If he would let my master have his rights.
