Sir Thomas More(托马斯·莫尔骑士)

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SIR THOMAS MORE

Shakespeare

SIR THOMAS MORE

DRAMATIS PERSONAE.

Earl of SHREWSBURY. Earl of SURREY. Sir THOMAS PALMER.

Sir ROGER CHOMLEY. Sir THOMAS MORE. Lord Mayor. Aldermen.

SURESBY, a Justice. Other Justices. Sheriffs. Recorder. Sergeant at Arms.

Clerk of the Council. ERASMUS. Bishop of Rochester. ROPER, son-in-

law to MORE. JOHN LINCOLN, a broker. GEORGE BETTS. His brother

(the 'Clown'). WILLIAMSON, a carpenter. SHERWIN, a goldsmith.

FRANCIS DE BARDE, Lombard. CAVELER, Lombard. LIFTER, a cut-

purse. SMART, plaintiff against him. HARRY, ROBIN, KIT, and others,

Prentices. MORRIS. FAULKNER, his servant. Players. GOUGH.

CATESBY. RANDALL. Butler. Brewer. Porter. Horsekeeper. CROFTS.

DOWNES. Lieutenant of the Tower. Warders of the Tower. Gentleman

Porter of the Tower. Hangman.

Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Messengers, Guard, Attendants.

Lady MORE. Lady Mayoress. Mistress ROPER, daughter to MORE.

Another daughter to MORE. DOLL, wife to WILLIAMSON. A Poor

Woman. Ladies.

SIR THOMAS MORE

ACT I.

SIR THOMAS MORE

SCENE I. London. A Street.

[Enter, at one end, John Lincoln, with the two Bettses together; at the

other end, enters Francis de Barde and Doll a lusty woman, he haling her

by the arm.]

DOLL. Whether wilt thou hale me?

BARDE. Whether I please; thou art my prize, and I plead purchase of

thee.

DOLL. Purchase of me! away, ye rascal! I am an honest plain

carpenters wife, and though I have no beauty to like a husband, yet

whatsoever is mine scorns to stoop to a stranger: hand off, then, when I

bid thee!

BARDE. Go with me quietly, or I'll compel thee.

DOLL. Compel me, ye dog's face! thou thinkst thou hast the

goldsmith's wife in hand, whom thou enticedst from her husband with all

his plate, and when thou turndst her home to him again, madst him, like an

ass, pay for his wife's board.

BARDE. So will I make thy husband too, if please me.

[Enter Caveler with a pair of doves; Williamson the carpenter, and

Sherwin following him.]

DOLL. Here he comes himself; tell him so, if thou darst.

CAVELER. Follow me no further; I say thou shalt not have them.

WILLIAMSON. I bought them in Cheapside, and paid my money for

them.

SHERWIN. He did, sir, indeed; and you offer him wrong, both to take

them from him, and not restore him his money neither.

CAVELER. If he paid for them, let it suffice that I possess them: beefs

and brews may serve such hinds; are pigeons meat for a coarse carpenter?

LINCOLN. 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

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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 now must be at your commandment.

GEORGE. The more patient fools are ye both, to suffer it.

BARDE. Suffer it! mend it thou or he, if ye can or dare. I tell thee,

fellows, and she were the Mayor of London's wife, had I her once in my

possession, I would keep her in spite of him that durst say nay.

GEORGE. I tell thee, Lombard, these words should cost thy best cape,

were I not curbed by duty and obedience: the Mayor of London's wife! Oh

God, shall it be thus?

DOLL. Why, Betts, am not I as dear t m husband as my lord Mayor's

wife to him? and wilt thou so neglectly suffer thine own shame?--Hands

off, proud stranger! or, by him that bought me, if men's milky hearts dare

not strike a stranger, yet women beat them down, ere they bear these

abuses.

BARDE. Mistress, I say you shall along with me.

DOLL. Touch not Doll Williamson, least she lay thee along on God's

dear earth.--And you, sir [To Caveler], that allow such coarse cates to

carpenters, whilst pigeons, which they pay for, must serve your dainty

appetite, deliver them back to my husband again, or I'll call so many

women to mine assistance as will not leave one inch untorn of thee: if our

husbands must be bridled by law, and forced to bear your wrongs, their

wives will be a little lawless, and soundly beat ye.

CAVELER. Come away, De Barde, and let us go complain to my lord

ambassador.

SIR THOMAS MORE

[Exeunt Ambo.]

DOLL. Aye, go, and send him among us, and we'll give him his

welcome too.--I am ashamed that freeborn Englishmen, having beaten

strangers within their own homes, should thus be braved and abused by

them at home.

SHERWIN. It is not our lack of courage in the cause, but the strict

obedience that we are bound to. I am the goldsmith whose wrongs you

talked of; but how to redress yours or mine own is a matter beyond our

abilities.

LINCOLN. Not so, not so, my good friends: I, though a mean man, a

broker by profession, and named John Lincoln, have long time winked at

these wild enormities with mighty impatience, and, as these two brethren

here (Betts by name) can witness, with loss of mine own life would gladly

remedy them.

GEORGE. And he is in a good forwardness, I tell ye, if all hit right.

DOLL. As how, I prithee? tell it to Doll Williamson.

LINCOLN. You know the Spittle sermons begin the next week: I have

drawn a bill of our wrongs and the strangers' insolences.

GEORGE. Which he means the preachers shall there openly publish in

the pulpit.

WILLIAMSON. Oh, but that they would! yfaith, it would tickle our

strangers thoroughly.

DOLL. Aye, and if you men durst not undertake it, before God, we

women would. Take an honest woman from her husband! why, it is

intolerable.

SHERWIN. But how find ye the preachers affected to our proceeding?

LINCOLN. Master Doctor Standish hath answered that it becomes not

him to move any such thing in his sermon, and tells us we must move the

Mayor and aldermen to reform it, and doubts not but happy success will

ensue on statement of our wrongs. You shall perceive there's no hurt in the

bill: here's a couple of it; I pray ye, hear it.

ALL. With all our hearts; for God's sake, read it.

LINCOLN. [Reads.] To you all, the worshipful lords and masters of

this city, that will take compassion over the poor people your neighbors,

SIR THOMAS MORE

and also of the great importable hurts, losses, and hinderances, whereof

proceedeth extreme poverty to all the king's subjects that inhabit within

this city and suburbs of the same: for so it is that aliens and strangers eat

the bread from the fatherless children, and take the living from all the

artificers and the intercourse from all the merchants, whereby poverty is so

much increased, that every man bewaileth the misery of other; for

craftsmen be brought to beggary, and merchants to neediness: wherefore,

the premises considered, the redress must be of the common knit and

united to one part: and as the hurt and damage grieveth all men, so must

all men see to their willing power for remedy, and not suffer the said aliens

in their wealth, and the natural born men of this region to come to

confusion.

DOLL. Before God, tis excellent; and I'll maintain the suit to be

honest.

SHERWIN. Well, say tis read, what is your further meaning in the

matter?

GEORGE. What! marry, list to me. No doubt but this will store us with

friends enow, whose names we will closely keep in writing; and on May

day next in the morning we'll go forth a Maying, but make it the worst

May day for the strangers that ever they saw. How say ye? do ye subscribe,

or are ye faint-hearted revolters?

DOLL. Hold thee, George Betts, there's my hand and my heart: by the

Lord, I'll make a captain among ye, and do somewhat to be talk of for ever

after.

WILLIAMSON. My masters, ere we part, let's friendly go and drink

together, and swear true secrecy upon our lives.

GEORGE. There spake an angel. Come, let us along, then.

[Exeunt.]

SIR THOMAS MORE

SCENE II. London. The Sessions House.

[An arras is drawn, and behind it as in sessions sit the Lord Mayor,

Justice Suresby, and other Justices; Sheriff More and the other Sheriff

sitting by. Smart is the plaintiff, Lifter the prisoner at the bar. Recorder,

Officers.]

LORD MAYOR. Having dispatched our weightier businesses, We may

give ear to petty felonies. Master Sheriff More, what is this fellow?

MORE. My lord, he stands indicted for a purse; He hath been tried, the

jury is together.

LORD MAYOR. Who sent him in?

SURESBY. That did I, my lord: Had he had right, he had been hanged

ere this; The only captain of the cutpurse crew.

LORD MAYOR. What is his name?

SURESBY. As his profession is, Lifter, my lord, One that can lift a

purse right cunningly.

LORD MAYOR. And is that he accuses him?

SURESBY. The same, my lord, whom, by your honors leave, I must

say somewhat too, because I find In some respects he is well worthy

blame.

LORD MAYOR. Good Master Justice Suresby, speak your mind; We

are well pleased to give you audience.

SURESBY. Hear me, Smart; thou art a foolish fellow: If Lifter be

convicted by the law, As I see not how the jury can acquit him, I'll stand

too 't thou art guilty of his death.

MORE. My lord, that's worthy the hearing.

LORD MAYOR. Listen, then, good Master More.

SURESBY. I tell thee plain, it is a shame for thee, With such a sum to

tempt necessity; No less than ten pounds, sir, will serve your turn, To carry

in your purse about with ye, To crake and brag in taverns of your money: I

promise ye, a man that goes abroad With an intent of truth, meeting such a

booty, May be provoked to that he never meant. What makes so many

pilferers and felons, But such fond baits that foolish people lay To tempt

the needy miserable wretch? Ten pounds, odd money; this is a pretty sum

SIR THOMAS MORE

To bear about, which were more safe at home. Fore God, twere well to

fine ye as much more

[Lord Mayor and More whisper.]

To the relief of the poor prisoners, To teach ye be more careful of your

own, In sooth, I say ye were but rightly served, If ye had lost as much as

twice ten pounds.

MORE. Good my lord, sooth a point or two for once, Only to try

conclusions in this case.

LORD MAYOR. Content, good Master More: we'll rise awhile, And,

till the jury can return their verdict, Walk in the garden.--How say ye,

Justices?

ALL. We like it well, my lord; we'll follow ye.

[Exeunt Lord Mayor and Justices.]

MORE. Nay, plaintiff, go you too;--and officers,

[Exeunt Smart.]

Stand you aside, and leave the prisoner To me awhile.--Lifter, come

hither.

LIFTER. What is your worship's pleasure?

MORE. Sirrah, you know that you are known to me, And I have often

saved ye from this place, Since first I came in office: thou seest beside,

That Justice Suresby is thy heavy friend, By all the blame that he pretends

to Smart, For tempting thee with such a sum of money. I tell thee what;

devise me but a means To pick or cut his purse, and, on my credit, And as

I am a Christian and a man, I will procure they pardon for that jest.

LIFTER. Good Master Shrieve, seek not my overthrow: You know, sir,

I have many heavy friends, And more indictments like to come upon me.

You are too deep for me to deal withal; You are known to be one of the

wisest men That is in England: I pray ye, Master Sheriff, Go not about to

undermine my life.

MORE. Lifter, I am true subject to my king; Thou much mistake me:

and, for thou shall not think I mean by this to hurt thy life at all, I will

maintain the act when thou hast done it. Thou knowest there are such

matters in my hands, As if I pleased to give them to the jury, I should not

need this way to circumvent thee. All that I aim at is a merry jest: Perform

SIR THOMAS MORE

it, Lifter, and expect my best.

LIFTER. I thank your worship: God preserve your life! But Master

Justice Suresby is gone in; I know not how to come near where he is.

MORE. Let me alone for that; I'll be thy setter; I'll send him hither to

thee presently, Under the colour of thine own request, Of private matters

to acquaint him with.

LIFTER. If ye do so, sir, then let me alone; Forty to one but then his

purse is gone.

MORE. Well said: but see that thou diminish not One penny of the

money, but give it me; It is the cunning act that credits thee.

LIFTER. I will, good Master Sheriff, I assure ye.

[Exeunt More.]

I see the purpose of this gentleman Is but to check the folly of the

Justice, For blaming others in a desperate case, Wherein himself may fall

as soon as any. To save my life, it is a good adventure: Silence there, ho!

now doth the Justice enter.

[Enter Justice Suresby.]

SURESBY. Now, sirrah, now, what is your will with me? Wilt thou

discharge thy conscience like an honest man? What sayest to me, sirrah?

be brief, be brief.

LIFTER. As brief, sir, as I can.-- [Aside.] If ye stand fair, I will be

brief anon.

SURESBY. Speak out, and mumble not; what sayest thou, sirrah?

LIFTER. Sir, I am charged, as God shall be my comfort, With more

than's true.

SURESBY. Sir, sir, ye are indeed, with more than's true, For you are

flatly charged with felony; You're charged with more than truth, and that is

theft; More than a true man should be charged withal; Thou art a varlet,

that's no more than true. Trifle not with me; do not, do not, sirrah; Confess

but what thou knowest, I ask no more. LIFTER. There be, sir, there be, if't

shall please your worship--

SURESBY. There be, varlet! what be there? tell me what there be.

Come off or on: there be! what be there, knave?

LIFTER. There be, sir, diverse very cunning fellows, That, while you

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