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86. Help! help! Wait till we are in Kinvara!

[beating on the legs with crutch]. I'll shake the royalty out of his legs!

[burying his nails in ’s face]. I’ll scrumble the ermine out of his skin!

[The comes down steps shouting, “Silence! silence! silence!”

. How dare you make this uproar at the doors. Deafening the very greatest in the land, As if the farmyards and the rookeries Had all been emptied!

. It is the Chamberlain.

[ go out.

. Pick up the litter there, and get you gone! Be quick about it! Have you no respect For this worn stair, this all but sacred door, Where suppliants and tributary kings Have passed, and the world’s glory knelt in silence? Have you no reverence for what all other men Hold honourable?

. If I might speak my mind, I’d say the King would have his luck again If he would let my master have his rights.