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.  Yes, Syr, to punish These chastityes seducers.

Mild.  Give me fyar, I will not leive of all this monastery Of you or these, of what’s combustible, Naye of my self, one moiety unconsumed.

Godf.  His frend before him wisht the towne a fyre, Now hee would burne the cloyster:  too arch-pillers![107]

Ashb.  And lyke such
Our purpose is to use them.  Dare not, miscreant,
But to give these a menace whom thou calst thyne,
No not by beck or nod; if thou but styer [stir]
To doo unto this howse of sanctity
Damadge or outrage, I will lay thee prostrate
Beneathe these staves and halberts.

Mild.  Is this lawe?

Godf.  Yes Staffords[108] lawe.

Ashb.  Naye, feare not, pretty guerles;
The fryars them selfs, weare they not at theire prayers
Wold have doon more than this in just defens
Of theire immunityes; but in theire absens
I stand for them, nor shall you part from hence
Or dare to sqeelche till they themselves be judge. 
Of injurye doone to this sacred place,
Or such as I have sent for make appearance
To clayme what thou unjustly calst thyne owne.

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.