_Cran._ The greatest monarch now alive may glory In such an honour: how may I deserve it, That am a poor and humble subject to you? 165 _King._ Come, come, my lord, you'ld spare your[846] spoons: you shall have two noble partners with you; the[846] old Duchess of Norfolk, and Lady Marquess Dorset: will[846][847][848] these please you?[846][848] Once more, my Lord of Winchester, I charge you, 170 Embrace and love this man.[849] _Gar._ With a true heart And brother-love I do it.[850] _Cran._ And let heaven Witness how dear I hold this confirmation. _King._ Good man, those joyful tears show thy true heart:[851] The common voice, I see, is verified 175 Of thee, which says thus: 'Do my Lord of Canterbury A shrewd turn, and he is your friend for ever.'[852] Come, lords, we trifle time away; I long To have this young one made a Christian. As I have made ye one, lords, one remain: 180 So I grow stronger, you more honour gain. [_Exeunt._ SCENE IV. _The palace yard._[853] _Noise and tumult within. Enter_ Porter _and his_ Man. _Port._ You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals: do you[854][855] take the court for Paris-garden? ye rude slaves, leave your[854][856] gaping.[854] [_Within_] 'Good master porter, I belong to the larder.'[854][857] _Port._ Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, ye rogue![854][858] 5 Is this a place to roar in? Fetch me a dozen crab-tree[854][859] staves, and strong ones: these are but switches to 'em.[854][860] I'll scratch your heads: you must be seeing christenings?[854] do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude rascals?[854] _Man._ Pray, sir, be patient: 'tis as much impossible-- 10 Unless we sweep 'em from the door with cannons-- To scatter 'em, as 'tis to make 'em sleep On May-day morning; which will never be: We may as well push against Powle's as stir 'em.[861] _Port._ How got they in, and be hang'd? 15 _Man._ Alas, I know not; how gets the tide in? As much as one sound cudgel of four foot-- You see the poor remainder--could distribute, I made no spare, sir. _Port._ You did nothing, sir. Man. I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colbrand,[862] 20 To mow 'em down before me: but if I spared any[862] That had a head to hit, either young or old,[862] He or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker,[862] Let me ne'er hope to see a chine again;[862][863] And that I would not for a cow, God save her![862][864] 25 [_Within_] 'Do you hear, master porter?'[857] _Port._ I shall be with you presently, good master puppy.[857] Keep the door close, sirrah. _Man._ What would you have me do?