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Rh. Pick up your litter! Take your noise away! Make haste, and get the clapper from the bell! [putting last of food into basket]. What do the great and powerful care for rights That have no armies! [ begins shoving them out with his staff.

. My lord, I am not to blame. I’m the King’s man, and they attacked me for it.

. We have our prayers, our curses and our prayers, And we can give a great name or a bad one.

[ is shoving out before him with one hand. He keeps his face to, and keeps bowing. The shoves him with his staff.

. We could not make the poet eat, my lord.

[shoves him with his staff. Much honoured [is shoved again]——honoured to speak with you, my lord; But I'll go find the girl that he’s to marry. She’s coming, but I’ll hurry her, my lord. Between ourselves, my lord [is shoved again], she is a great coaxer.