_Adul._ Certes, Madame! we rest nor day, nor night, nor hour, [To] practise and travail for your wealth and honour. But, O Lord! what a prudent man is Policy! What a deep head he hath to devise and to spy! _Resp._ He is fine, indeed! _Adul._ Also Reformation-- How earnest he is in his operation! _Resp._ I think of him no less. _Adul._ Now, then, Authority, The stoutest in his office that ever I did see-- I will no farther praise them, Madame! for, doubtless, They far surmount all praise that my tongue can express: Ye may bless the time ye met with such as they be; And I do my poor part. _Resp._ I doubt not, Honesty! And condign reward shall ye all have for your pain. _Adul._ I have scarce an house wherein myself to maintain. _Resp._ Honesty shall not lack. _Adul._ I do not crave nor care; We shall take but scraps and refuse, that ye may spare; We will not encroach the people's commodity; We shall take only that may come with honesty. _Resp._ Christ's blessing have ye! but, lo! yonder cometh People. _Adul._ I had thought as soon to have met here Paul's steeple! ACTUS TERTII, SCENA TERTIA. PEOPLE. ADULATION. RESPUBLICA. _People._ Where's Rice-Puddingcake? I pray God she be in heal. _Adul._ Who? Rice-Puddingcake? _People._ Yea! alise dicts commonweal. _Adul._ I know her not. _People._ Mass! you liest valeslie in your heart! She is this way, che wa'r't--a false harlot you art! _Adul._ I know Respublica. _People._ Yea, marry! where is she? _Adul._ She is busy now. _People._ Mass! ere ich go, chill her zee, For this way she came. _Resp._ Let my people come to me! _Adul._ God forbid, else! Come on, People! is this same she? _People._ Yea, malkin is't! _Resp._ People! what would you with me now? _People._ Marry, mustress, madame, my lady! how do you? _Resp._ Even so so, People! I thank you with all my heart: And I hope for better. _People._ Then let poor volk ha zome part; Vor we ignoram people, whom itch do perzent, Wer ne'er zo i-polld, zo wrong, and zo i-torment. Lord Jhese Christ, when he was i-pounst and i-pilate, Was ner zo i-trounst, as we have been of years late. _Adul._ How so? who hath wrought to you such extremity? _People._ Nay! to tell how zo passeth our captivity. _Resp._ It passeth any man's imagination. _People._ You zai zouth; it passeth any man's madge mason; Vor we think ye love us well as e'er ye did. _Resp._ My love towards you, my people, cannot be hid. _People._ And we think ye would we zelie poor volk did well. _Resp._ And better than e'er ye did; if how, I could tell.