_Enter COKES, BRISTLE, HAGGISE, and POCHER, with OVERDO, followed by TROUBLEALL._ TRO. My masters, I do make no doubt, but you are officers. BRI. What then, sir? TRO. And the king's loving and obedient subjects. BRI. Obedient, friend! take heed what you speak, I advise you; Oliver Bristle advises you. His loving subjects, we grant you; but not his obedient, at this time, by your leave; we know ourselves a little better than so; we are to command, sir, and such as you are to be obedient. Here's one of his obedient subjects going to the stocks; and we'll make you such another, if you talk. TRO. You are all wise enough in your places, I know. BRI. If you know it, sir, why do you bring it in question? TRO. I question nothing, pardon me. I do only hope you have warrant for what you do, and so quit you, and so multiply you. [_Exit._ HAG. What is he?--Bring him up to the stocks there. Why bring you him not up? [_Overdo is brought forward._ _Re-enter TROUBLEALL._ TRO. If you have justice Overdo's warrant, 'tis well; you are safe: that is the warrant of warrants. I'll not give this button for any man's warrant else. BRI. Like enough, sir; but let me tell you, an you play away your buttons thus, you will want them ere night, for any store I see about you; you might keep them, and save pins, I wuss. [_Exit Troubleall._ OVER. What should he be, that doth so esteem and advance my warrant? he seems a sober and discreet person: It is a comfort to a good conscience to be followed with a good fame in his sufferings. The world will have a pretty taste by this, how I can bear adversity; and it will beget a kind of reverence towards me hereafter, even from mine enemies, when they shall see, I carry my calamity nobly, and that it doth neither break me, nor bend me. [_Aside._ HAG. Come, sir, here's a place for you to preach in. Will you put in your leg? OVER. That I will, cheerfully. [_They put him in the stocks._ BRI. O' my conscience, a seminary! he kisses the stocks. COKES. Well, my masters, I'll leave him with you; now I see him bestowed, I'll go look for my goods, and Numps. HAG. You may, sir, I warrant you; where's the t'other bawler? fetch him too, you shall find them both fast enough. [_Exit Cokes._ OVER. In the midst of this tumult, I will yet be the author of mine own rest, and not minding their fury, sit in the stocks in that calm as shall be able to trouble a triumph. [_Aside._ _Re-enter TROUBLEALL._ TRO. Do you assure me upon your words? May I undertake for you, if I be asked the question, that you have this warrant? HAG. What's this fellow, for God's sake? TRO. Do but shew me Adam Overdo, and I am satisfied. [_Exit._ BRI. He is a fellow that is distracted, they say; one Troubleall: he was an officer in the court of Pie-poudres here last year, and put out of his place by justice Overdo. OVER. Ha! [_Aside._