It is hard when Englishmen's patience must be thus jetted on by
strangers, and they not dare to revenge their own wrongs.

GEORGE.
Lincoln, let's beat them down, and bear no more of these abuses.

LINCOLN.
We may not, Betts: be patient, and hear more.

DOLL.
How now, husband! what, one stranger take they food from thee,
and another thy wife! by our Lady, flesh and blood, I think, can
hardly brook that.

LINCOLN.
Will this gear never be otherwise? must these wrongs be thus
endured?

GEORGE.
Let us step in, and help to revenge their injury.

BARDE.
What art thou that talkest of revenge? my lord ambassador shall
once more make your Major have a check, if he punish thee for this
saucy presumption.

WILLIAMSON.
Indeed, my lord Mayor, on the ambassador's complaint, sent me to
Newgate one day, because (against my will) I took the wall of a
stranger: you may do any thing; the goldsmith's wife and mine