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    Sir Thomas More
    Sir Thomas More
    Sir Thomas More
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    Sir Thomas More

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    Sir Thomas More was an English philosopher, and writer who was venerated by the Catholics.  More opposed the Protestant Reformation led by Martin Luther and wrote Utopia, a classic work of political philosophy.  This edition of the play Sir Thomas More includes a table of contents.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCharles River Editors
    Release dateMar 22, 2018
    ISBN9781531277369
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      Sir Thomas More - Charles River Editors

      SIR THOMAS MORE

      ..................

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      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      Sir Thomas More

      DRAMATIS PERSONAE.

      ACT I.

      SCENE I. London. A Street.

      SCENE II. London. The Sessions House.

      SCENE III. London. A state apartment.

      ACT II.

      SCENE I. Cheapside.

      SCENE II. Saint Martins-le-Grand.

      SCENE III. The Guildhall.

      SCENE IV. St. Martin’s Gate.

      ACT III.

      SCENE I. Cheapside.

      SCENE II. Chelsea. A Room in More’s House.

      SCENE III. Chelsea. Ante-chamber in More’s House.

      ACT IV.

      SCENE I. Chelsea. A Room in More’s House.

      SCENE II. Whitehall. The Council chamber.

      SCENE III. Chelsea.

      SCENE IV. The Tower.

      SCENE V. Chelsea. A Room in More’s House.

      ACT V.

      SCENE I. The Tower Gate.

      SCENE II. More’s House.

      SCENE III. The Tower.

      SCENE IV. Tower Hill.

      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.

      ACT I.

      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 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.

      [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

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