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Henry VIII

Henry VIII Translation Act 5, Scene 4

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Noise and tumult within. Enter Porter and his Man

PORTER

You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals: do youtake the court for Paris-garden? ye rude slaves,leave your gaping.

PORTER

Stop this noise now, you jerks. Do you think the court is a public amusement park? You rude slaves, shut your mouths.

VOice from inside

Good master porter, I belong to the larder.

voice from inside

Mister porter, I work in the kitchen.

PORTER

Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, ye rogue! is this a place to roar in? Fetch me a dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones: these are but switches to 'em. I'll scratch your heads: you must be seeing christenings? do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude rascals?

PORTER

Work in a noose and be hanged, you rogue! Is this somewhere to roar? Get me a dozen wooden poles, and strong ones. These ones are just twigs compared to those. I'll scratch your heads. You insist on seeing baptisms? Do you expect beer and cake here, you rude jerks?

MAN

Pray, sir, be patient: 'tis as much impossible-- 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.

MAN

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PORTER

How got they in, and be hang'd?

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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.

MAN

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PORTER

You did nothing, sir.

PORTER

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MAN

I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colbrand, To mow 'em down before me: but if I spared any That had a head to hit, either young or old, He or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker, Let me ne'er hope to see a chine again And that I would not for a cow, God save her!

MAN

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Within

Do you hear, master porter?

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PORTER

I shall be with you presently, good master puppy.Keep the door close, sirrah.

PORTER

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MAN

What would you have me do?

MAN

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PORTER

What should you do, but knock 'em down by the dozens? Is this Moorfields to muster in? or have we some strange Indian with the great tool come to court, the women so besiege us? Bless me, what a fry of fornication is at door! On my Christian conscience, this one christening will beget a thousand; here will be father, godfather, and all together.

PORTER

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MAN

The spoons will be the bigger, sir. There is a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a brazier by his face, for, o' my conscience, twenty of the dog-days now reign in's nose; all that stand about him are under the line, they need no other penance: that fire-drake did I hit three times on the head, and three times was his nose discharged against me; he stands there, like a mortar-piece, to blow us. There was a haberdasher's wife of small wit near him, that railed upon me till her pinked porringer fell off her head, for kindling such a combustion in the state. I missed the meteor once, and hit that woman; who cried out 'Clubs!' when I might see from far some forty truncheoners draw to her succor, which were the hope o' the Strand, where she was quartered. They fell on; I made good my place: at length they came to the broom-staff to me; I defied 'em still: when suddenly a file of boys behind 'em, loose shot, delivered such a shower of pebbles, that I was fain to draw mine honour in, and let 'em win the work: the devil was amongst 'em, I think, surely.

MAN

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PORTER

These are the youths that thunder at a playhouse, and fight for bitten apples; that no audience, but the tribulation of Tower-hill, or the limbs of Limehouse, their dear brothers, are able to endure. I have some of 'em in Limbo Patrum, and there they are like to dance these three days; besides the running banquet of two beadles that is to come.

PORTER

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Enter Chamberlain

CHAMBERLAIN

Mercy o' me, what a multitude are here! They grow still too; from all parts they are coming, As if we kept a fair here! Where are these porters, These lazy knaves? Ye have made a fine hand, fellows: There's a trim rabble let in: are all these Your faithful friends o' the suburbs? We shall have Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies, When they pass back from the christening.

CHAMBERLAIN

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PORTER

An't please your honour, We are but men; and what so many may do, Not being torn a-pieces, we have done: An army cannot rule 'em.

PORTER

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CHAMBERLAIN

As I live, If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads Clap round fines for neglect: ye are lazy knaves; And here ye lie baiting of bombards, when Ye should do service. Hark! the trumpets sound; They're come already from the christening: Go, break among the press, and find a way out To let the troop pass fairly; or I'll find A Marshalsea shall hold ye play these two months.

CHAMBERLAIN

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PORTER

Make way there for the princess.

PORTER

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MAN

You great fellow,Stand close up, or I'll make your head ache.

MAN

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PORTER

You i' the camlet, get up o' the rail;I'll peck you o'er the pales else.

PORTER

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