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Sir Thomas More: Act II, Scene 3

Sir Thomas More
Act II, Scene 3

The Guildhall.

  1. Enter at one door Sir Thomas More and Lord Mayor; at another
  2. door Sir John Munday hurt.

Lord Mayor

1
  1. What, Sir John Munday, are you hurt?

Munday

2 - 6
  1. A little knock, my lord. There was even now
  2. A sort of prentices playing at cudgels;
  3. I did command them to their masters’ houses;
  4. But now, I fear me, they are gone to join
  5. With Lincoln, Sherwin, and their dangerous train.

More

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  1. The captains of this insurrection
  2. Have taken themselves to arms, and came but now
  3. To both the Counters, where they have released
  4. Sundry indebted prisoners, and from thence
  5. I hear that they are gone into St. Martin’s,
  6. Where they intend to offer violence
  7. To the amazed Lombards. Therefore, my lord,
  8. If we expect the safety of the city,
  9. Tis time that force or parley do encounter
  10. With these displeasèd men.
  1. Enter Second Messenger.

Lord Mayor

17
  1. How now! What news?

Second Messenger

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  1. My lord, the rebels have broke open Newgate,
  2. From whence they have delivered many prisoners,
  3. Both felons and notorious murderers,
  4. That desperately cleave to their lawless train.

Lord Mayor

22 - 25
  1. Up with the drawbridge, gather some forces
  2. To Cornhill and Cheapside:—and, gentlemen,
  3. If diligence be weighed on every side,
  4. A quiet ebb will follow this rough tide.
  1. Enter Shrewsbury, Surrey, Palmer, and Cholmley.

Shrewsbury

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  1. Lord Mayor, his majesty, receiving notice
  2. Of this most dangerous insurrection,
  3. Hath sent my lord of Surrey and myself,
  4. Sir Thomas Palmer and our followers,
  5. To add unto your forces our best means
  6. For pacifying of this mutiny.
  7. In God’s name, then, set on with happy speed!
  8. The king laments, if one true subject bleed.

Surrey

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  1. I hear they mean to fire the Lombards’ houses:
  2. Oh power, what art thou in a madman’s eyes!
  3. Thou mak’st the plodding idiot bloody-wise.

More

37 - 39
  1. My lords, I doubt not but we shall appease
  2. With a calm breath this flux of discontent:
  3. To call them to a parley, questionless

Palmer

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  1. May fall out good. ’Tis well said, Master More.

More

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  1. Let’s to these simple men; for many sweat
  2. Under this act, that knows not the law’s debt
  3. Which hangs upon their lives; for silly men
  4. Plod on they know not how, like a fool’s pen,
  5. That, ending, shows not any sentence writ,
  6. Linked but to common reason or slightest wit:
  7. These follow for no harm; but yet incur
  8. Self penalty with those that raised this stir.
  9. I’God’s name, on, to calm our private foes
  10. With breath of gravity, not dangerous blows!
  1. Exeunt.
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