WILLIAMSON. Oh, but that they would! yfaith, it would tickle our strangers thoroughly. DOLL. Aye, and if you men durst not undertake it, before God, we women would. Take an honest woman from her husband! why, it is intolerable. SHERWIN. But how find ye the preachers affected to our proceeding? LINCOLN. Master Doctor Standish hath answered that it becomes not him to move any such thing in his sermon, and tells us we must move the Mayor and aldermen to reform it, and doubts not but happy success will ensue on statement of our wrongs. You shall perceive there’s no hurt in the bill: here’s a couple of it; I pray ye, hear it. ALL. With all our hearts; for God’s sake, read it. LINCOLN. [Reads.] To you all, the worshipful lords and masters of this city, that will take compassion over the poor people your neighbors, and also of the great importable hurts, losses, and hinderances, whereof proceedeth extreme poverty to all the king’s subjects that inhabit within this city and suburbs of the same: for so it is that aliens and strangers eat the bread from the fatherless children, and take the living from all the artificers and the intercourse from all the merchants, whereby poverty is so much increased, that every man bewaileth the misery of other; for craftsmen be brought to beggary, and merchants to neediness: wherefore, the premises considered, the redress must be of the common knit and united to one part: and as the hurt and damage grieveth all men, so must all men see to their willing power for remedy, and not suffer the said aliens in their wealth, and the natural born men of this region to come to confusion. DOLL. Before God, tis excellent; and I’ll maintain the suit to be honest. SHERWIN. Well, say tis read, what is your further meaning in the matter? GEORGE. What! marry, list to me. No doubt but this will store us with friends enow, whose names we will closely keep in writing; and on May day next in the morning we’ll go forth a Maying, but make it the worst May day for the strangers that ever they saw. How say ye? do ye subscribe, or are ye faint-hearted revolters? DOLL. Hold thee, George Betts, there’s my hand and my heart: by the Lord, I’ll make a captain among ye, and do somewhat to be talk of for ever after. WILLIAMSON. My masters, ere we part, let’s friendly go and drink together, and swear true secrecy upon our lives. GEORGE. There spake an angel. Come, let us along, then. [Exeunt.] SCENE II. London. The Sessions House. [An arras is drawn, and behind it as in sessions sit the Lord Mayor, Justice Suresby, and other Justices; Sheriff More and the other Sheriff sitting by. Smart is the plaintiff, Lifter the prisoner at the bar. Recorder, Officers.] LORD MAYOR. Having dispatched our weightier businesses, We may give ear to petty felonies. Master Sheriff More, what is this fellow? MORE. My lord, he stands indicted for a purse; He hath been tried, the jury is together. LORD MAYOR. Who sent him in?