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Book, page 31 / 109 Peace, peace, silence, peace. GEORGE. Peace, peace, silence, peace. MORE. You that have voice and credit with the number Command them to a stillness. LINCOLN. A plague on them, they will not hold their peace; the dual cannot rule them. MORE. Then what a rough and riotous charge have you, To lead those that the dual cannot rule?-- Good masters, hear me speak. DOLL. Aye, by th' mass, will we, More: th' art a good housekeeper, and I thank thy good worship for my brother Arthur Watchins. ALL. Peace, peace. MORE. Look, what you do offend you cry upon, That is, the peace: not one of you here present, Had there such fellows lived when you were babes, That could have topped the peace, as now you would, The peace wherein you have till now grown up Had been ta'en from you, and the bloody times Could not have brought you to the state of men. Alas, poor things, what is it you have got, Although we grant you get the thing you seek? GEORGE. Marry, the removing of the strangers, which cannot choose but much advantage the poor handicrafts of the city.
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