CARDINAL
True, it is Christian to bear misery, Yet it is Christian also to be kind, And there seem many evils in this town, Which in your wisdom might your Grace reform.
FIRST CITIZEN
What is that word reform? What does it mean?
SECOND CITIZEN
Marry, it means leaving things as they are; I like it not.
DUKE
Reform Lord Cardinal, did YOU say reform?
There is a man in Germany called Luther, Who would reform the Holy Catholic Church.
Have you not made him heretic, and uttered Anathema, maranatha, against him?
CARDINAL
[rising from his seat]
He would have led the sheep out of the fold, We do but ask of you to feed the sheep.
DUKE
When I have shorn their fleeces I may feed them.
As for these rebels - [d.u.c.h.eSS entreats him.]
FIRST CITIZEN
That is a kind word, He means to give us something.
SECOND CITIZEN
Is that so?
DUKE
These ragged knaves who come before us here, With mouths chock-full of treason.
THIRD CITIZEN
Good my Lord, Fill up our mouths with bread; we"ll hold our tongues.
DUKE
Ye shall hold your tongues, whether you starve or not.
My lords, this age is so familiar grown, That the low peasant hardly doffs his hat, Unless you beat him; and the raw mechanic Elbows the n.o.ble in the public streets.
[To the Citizens.]
Still as our gentle d.u.c.h.ess has so prayed us, And to refuse so beautiful a beggar Were to lack both courtesy and love, Touching your grievances, I promise this -
FIRST CITIZEN
Marry, he will lighten the taxes!
SECOND CITIZEN
Or a dole of bread, think you, for each man?
DUKE
That, on next Sunday, the Lord Cardinal Shall, after Holy Ma.s.s, preach you a sermon Upon the Beauty of Obedience.
[Citizens murmur.]
FIRST CITIZEN
I" faith, that will not fill our stomachs!
SECOND CITIZEN
A sermon is but a sorry sauce, when You have nothing to eat with it.
d.u.c.h.eSS
Poor people, You see I have no power with the Duke, But if you go into the court without, My almoner shall from my private purse, Divide a hundred ducats "mongst you all.
FIRST CITIZEN
G.o.d save the d.u.c.h.ess, say I.
SECOND CITIZEN
G.o.d save her.
d.u.c.h.eSS
And every Monday morn shall bread be set For those who lack it.
[Citizens applaud and go out.]
FIRST CITIZEN
[going out]
Why, G.o.d save the d.u.c.h.ess again!
DUKE
[calling him back]
Come hither, fellow! what is your name?