The things we do!

_Mild_. I'the meanetyme
Lett mee possesse myne owne; these are my slaves
My utensills, my mooveables, and bought
With myne owne private coyne.
_Sarl_. To which I am witnes.
_Mild_. And by the heyre I'l dragge them as myne owne,
Wear't from the holly alter.
_Pal_. Succor!
_Scrib_. Helpe!
_Ashb_. Are they not Christians?
_Mild_. Yes.
_Ash_. What nation?
_Mild_. _Englishe_.
_Ashb_. In myne owne country borne and shall not I
Stand as theire champion then? I tell thee, pesant,
_England_'s, no broode for slaves.
_Pal_. Oh Syr to you
Wee fly as to a father.
_Ashb_. And I'l guard you
As weare you myne owne children.
_Mild_. Gainst there lord,
Owner and mayster?
_Ashb_. None is lordd with us
But such as are freeborne; our Christian lawes
Do not allowe such to bee bought or sould
For any Bawde or pander to hyre such
To comon prostitution. Heere they stand:
Tutch but a garment, nay a heyre of theres
With thy least finger, thy bald head I'l sinke
Belowe thy gowtye foote.
_Mild_. I am opprest,
Is theire no lawe in _France_?
_Ashb_.


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