_Diu._ O Lawyer, thou haste curious eyes to prie, Into the secrets maimes of their estate, 2160 But if thy vaile of error were vnmaskt, Thy selfe should see your sect, do maime her most: Are you not those that should maintaine the peace, Yet onely are the patrones of our strife? If your profession haue his ground and spring, First from the lawes of God, then countriees right, Not any waies inuerting natures power, Why thriue you by contentions? Why deuise you Clawses, and subtile reasons toexcept: Our state was first before you grew so great, 2170 A Lanterne to the world for vnitie: Now they that are befriended, and are rich, Or presse the poore, come _Homer_ without quoine, He is not heard: What shall we terme this drift? To say the poore mans cause is good and iust, And yet the rich man gaines the best in lawe: It is your guise, (the more the world laments) To quoine _Prouisoes_ to beguile your lawes, To make a gay pretext of due proceeding, When you delay your common pleas for yeares: 2180 Mark what these dealings lately here haue wroght: The craftie men haue purchaste greatmens lands They powle, they pinch, their tennants are vndone: If these complaine by you they are vndone, You fleese them of their quoine, their children beg, And many want, because you may bee rich, This scarre is mightie maister Lawyer, Now man hath gotten head within this land, Marke but the guise, the poore man that is wrongd, Is readie to rebell: hee spoyles, he pilles, 2190 We need no foes to forrage that wee haue, The lawe (say they) in peace consumed vs, And now in warre wee will consume the lawe: Looke to this mischiefe, Lawyers conscience knowes You liue amisse, amend it, least you end.