[SCENE 2.]
_Enter three Beggers_.
1. Come away, fellow louse, thou art ever eating.
2. Have I not neede, that must feede so many
_Cannibals_ as will waite on me whether I will or no?
3. Heres one in my necke, I would 'twere on thy shoulder.
1. Keepe it your selfe, I have retainers enow of mine owne.
2. But whether are you going now?
1. Why, are you our King, and doe not know that?
2. Your King? I am a very roguish King and I hav a companie of lowsie
subjects.
_Enter Hatto and Alfrid conferring_.
2. But looke about my ragged subjects, here comes somebody.
1. O the devills; shall we aske them an almes?
2. Why not? now the rats have eaten up their brother Bishop they will
be more charitable; your vocation, you slaves.
3. For the Lord sake, be pittifull to a companie of poore men.
_Hatto_. What cry is this? beggars so neere the doore
Of our deceased brother? whip them hence
Or bring the Mastiffe foorth [to] worry them.
They are lazie drones, 'tis pittie such should live.
1. I told you, my Lord, how we should find them; whip us! leade the way,
soveraigne, weele none of your whipping.
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