How dare you make this uproar at the doors, Deafening the very greatest in the land, As if the farmyards and the rookeries Had all been emptied! FIRST CRIPPLE. It is the Chamberlain. [_CRIPPLES go out._ CHAMBERLAIN. Pick up the litter there, and get you gone! Be quick about it! Have you no respect For this worn stair, this all but sacred door, Where suppliants and tributary kings Have passed, and the world’s glory knelt in silence? Have you no reverence for what all other men Hold honourable? BRIAN. If I might speak my mind, I’d say the King would have his luck again If he would let my master have his rights. CHAMBERLAIN. Pick up your litter! Take your noise away! Make haste, and get the clapper from the bell! BRIAN. [_Putting last of food into basket._] What do the great and powerful care for rights That have no armies! [_CHAMBERLAIN begins shoving them out with his staff._ MAYOR. My lord, I am not to blame. I’m the King’s man, and they attacked me for it. BRIAN. We have our prayers, our curses and our prayers, And we can give a great name or a bad one. [_MAYOR is shoving BRIAN out before him with one hand. He keeps his face to CHAMBERLAIN, and keeps bowing. The CHAMBERLAIN shoves him with his staff._ MAYOR. We could not make the poet eat, my lord. [_CHAMBERLAIN shoves him with staff._ Much honoured [_is shoved again_]—honoured to speak with you, my lord; But I’ll go find the girl that he’s to marry. She’s coming, but I’ll hurry her, my lord. Between ourselves, my lord [_is shoved again_], she is a great coaxer. Much honoured, my lord. O, she’s the girl to do it; For when the intellect is out, my lord, Nobody but a woman’s any good. [_Is shoved again._ Much honoured, my lord [_is shoved again_], much honoured, much honoured! [_Is shoved out, shoving BRIAN out before him._ [_All through this scene, from the outset of the quarrel, SEANCHAN has kept his face turned away, or hidden in his cloak. While the CHAMBERLAIN has been speaking, the SOLDIER and the MONK have come out of the palace. The MONK stands on top of steps at one side, SOLDIER a little down steps at the other side. COURT LADIES are seen at opening in the palace curtain behind SOLDIER. CHAMBERLAIN is in the centre._ CHAMBERLAIN. [_To SEANCHAN._] Well, you must be contented, for your work Has roused the common sort against the King, And stolen his authority. The State Is like some orderly and reverend house, Wherein the master, being dead of a sudden, The servants quarrel where they have a mind to, And pilfer here and there. [_Pause, finding that SEANCHAN does not answer._ How many days Will you keep up this quarrel with the King, And the King’s nobles, and myself, and all, Who’d gladly be your friends, if you would let them?