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Are tenants also with them; others sleep

       Under the arches of the public bridges

       All through the autumn nights, till the wet mist

       Stiffens their limbs, and fevers come, and so -

      DUKE

       And so they go to Abraham’s bosom, Madam.

       They should thank me for sending them to Heaven,

       If they are wretched here.

       [To the CARDINAL.]

       Is it not said

       Somewhere in Holy Writ, that every man

       Should be contented with that state of life

       God calls him to? Why should I change their state,

       Or meddle with an all-wise providence,

       Which has apportioned that some men should starve,

       And others surfeit? I did not make the world.

      FIRST CITIZEN He hath a hard heart.

      SECOND CITIZEN

       Nay, be silent, neighbour;

       I think the Cardinal will speak for us.

      CARDINAL

       True, it is Christian to bear misery,

       Yet it is Christian also to be kind,

       And there seem many evils in this town,

       Which in your wisdom might your Grace reform.

      FIRST CITIZEN What is that word reform? What does it mean?

      SECOND CITIZEN Marry, it means leaving things as they are; I like it not.

      DUKE

       Reform Lord Cardinal, did you say reform?

       There is a man in Germany called Luther,

       Who would reform the Holy Catholic Church.

       Have you not made him heretic, and uttered

       Anathema, maranatha, against him?

      CARDINAL [rising from his seat]

       He would have led the sheep out of the fold,

       We do but ask of you to feed the sheep.

      DUKE

       When I have shorn their fleeces I may feed them.

       As for these rebels -

       [DUCHESS entreats him.]

      FIRST CITIZEN

       That is a kind word,

       He means to give us something.

      SECOND CITIZEN Is that so?

      DUKE

       These ragged knaves who come before us here,

       With mouths chock-full of treason.

      THIRD CITIZEN

       Good my Lord,

       Fill up our mouths with bread; we’ll hold our tongues.

      DUKE

       Ye shall hold your tongues, whether you starve or not.

       My lords, this age is so familiar grown,

       That the low peasant hardly doffs his hat,

       Unless you beat him; and the raw mechanic

       Elbows the noble in the public streets.

       [To the Citizens.]

       Still as our gentle Duchess has so prayed us,

       And to refuse so beautiful a beggar

       Were to lack both courtesy and love,

       Touching your grievances, I promise this -

      FIRST CITIZEN Marry, he will lighten the taxes!

      SECOND CITIZEN Or a dole of bread, think you, for each man?

      DUKE

       That, on next Sunday, the Lord Cardinal

       Shall, after Holy Mass, preach you a sermon

       Upon the Beauty of Obedience.

       [Citizens murmur.]

      FIRST CITIZEN I’ faith, that will not fill our stomachs!

      SECOND CITIZEN

       A sermon is but a sorry sauce, when

       You have nothing to eat with it.

      DUCHESS

       Poor people,

       You see I have no power with the Duke,

       But if you go into the court without,

       My almoner shall from my private purse,

       Divide a hundred ducats ‘mongst you all.

      FIRST CITIZEN God save the Duchess, say I.

      SECOND CITIZEN God save her.

      DUCHESS

       And every Monday morn shall bread be set

       For those who lack it.

       [Citizens applaud and go out.]

      FIRST CITIZEN [going out]

       Why, God save the Duchess again!

      DUKE [calling him back]

       Come hither, fellow! what is your name?

      FIRST CITIZEN Dominick, sir.

      DUKE A good name! Why were you called Dominick?

      FIRST CITIZEN [scratching his head]

       Marry, because I was born on St. George’s day.

      DUKE

       A good reason! here is a ducat for you!

       Will you not cry for me God save the Duke?

      FIRST CITIZEN [feebly]

       God save the Duke.

      DUKE Nay! louder, fellow, louder.

      FIRST CITIZEN [a little louder]

       God save the Duke!

      DUKE

       More lustily, fellow, put more heart in it!

       Here is another ducat for you.

      FIRST CITIZEN [enthusiastically]

       God save the Duke!

      DUKE [mockingly]

       Why, gentlemen, this simple fellow’s love

       Touches me much. [To the Citizen, harshly.]

       Go! [Exit Citizen, bowing.]

       This is the way, my lords,

       You can buy popularity nowadays.

       Oh, we are nothing if not democratic!

       [To the DUCHESS.]

       Well, Madam,

       You spread rebellion ‘midst our citizens.

      DUCHESS

       My Lord, the poor have rights you cannot touch,

       The right to pity, and the right to mercy.

      DUKE

       So, so, you argue with me? This is she,

       The gentle Duchess for whose hand I yielded

       Three of the fairest towns in Italy,

       Pisa, and Genoa, and Orvieto.

      DUCHESS

       Promised, my Lord, not yielded: in that matter

       Brake you your word as ever.

      DUKE

       You wrong us, Madam,

       There were state reasons.

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