The things we do!

_Godf_. Nay, thou shall stand; wee have too stringes to our Bow.
_Ashb_. If hee but styer then stryke.
_Mild_. This _Stafford_ law,
Which I till nowe heard never nam'd in _France_,
Is for the present a more fearefull coort
Then chancery or star-chamber. I want motion;
You have made [me] a statue, a meere Imadge.
_Godf_.[109] Styer and thou diest: weele maule you.
_Mild_. Iff heare I can have none, lett me depart
To seake elcewhere for justyce.
_Sarl_. Keepe him prisoner,
And sett mee free to finde some advocate
To pleade in his just cause.
_Godf_. Neather styrre
In payne of too _Frensh_ crownes, and they so crack[t]
Never more to passe for currant.
_Ashb_. That presume.
_Mild_. Misery of miseryes! I am bound hand and foote,
And yet boath legges and armes at liberty.
_Godf_. Yes by the lawe cald _Stafforde_.
_Enter Mr. Raphael, Mr. Treadway and the Clowne_.
_Raph_. Durst then the slave use my _Palestra_ thus,
And dragge her by the heyre from sanctuary?
_Clowne_. Most trew, Syr.
_Raph_. Why did'st not kill him?
_Clowne_.


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