_Insol._ So ye, though oppressed with long adversity, Yet, doubt not! are toward wealth and prosperity. _Resp._ Lo! People! to hope a while longer shall be best. _People._ Well, then cham perswaged to do at your inquest. _Insol._ Madame! mistrust not us, your painful ministers! _Avar._ Never had lady more watchful officers! _Oppr._ For my part, I will swear the gospel book upon, That if the laws I have made should, everyone, Redound to mine own singular commodity, They could not be friendlier framed than they be. _Insol._ Therefore, repose yourself, Madame, awhile, and wink! Ye are in better case toward than you can think. _Avar._ We shall here remain, and give People good counsel; Quiet for to be, till Policy may prevail. _Resp._ He will do well with your good informations. _People._ Yea, vay! chil volow their good exaltations. _Resp._ Then I leave you all here to God: I will depart. [_Exeat_ RESP[UBLICA]. _People._ Now, ho! destructions to member in my heart? _Avar._ Destructions? ye miser! _Insol._ Ye peasant! _Oppr._ Ye lout! _Insol._ [Can ye naught] else do but rage, and rave, and cry out? _Oppr._ And cannot tell on whom? _Avar._ No more than can a daw! _Oppr._ Crow against your betters! _Insol._ And murmur against the law! Let me hear thee prate as thou hast done heretofore! _Avar._ Or trouble Lady Respublica any more! _Oppr._ Thou canst not see, thou wretch! canst thou, when thou art well? _Avar._ Is't part of thy play with such high matters to mell? _Insol._ Doth it become thee to bark with such a wide throat? _Avar._ And to have an oar in everybody's boat? _Insol._ If thou do so again, it shall with thee be worse. _Oppr._ We shall wring and pinch thee, both by belly and purse. _Insol._ I would advise you, friend! to grunt and groan no more. _Oppr._ Do the like again, and thou shalt rue it full sore! _Avar._ It were best for you, friend! all murmuring to cease. _People._ Bum vay, then! chil e'en go home, and vair hold my peace. _Insol._ Do so by my rede, and fall to honest labour. _Avar._ Hence home, and be quiet! and thou shalt find favour. _People._ Then chil bid you varewell! _Oppr._ No words, but hence, apace! This was done as should be. _Avar._ This was done in right place. _People._ But ho! one word erch go; ye'll give volk leave to think? _Oppr._ No, marry! will we not, nor to look, but wink! _People._ Yes, by Gis! but chil lo[ok]; nay, lo there! thought is free, And a cat, they zaith, may look on a king, pardy! [_Exeat._ _Insol._ Now, where do we be come? I, home! [_Exeat._