Have you no respect
For this worn stair, this all but sacred door,
Where suppliants and tributary kings
Have passed, and the world's glory knelt in silence?
For this worn stair, this all but sacred door,
Where suppliants and tributary kings
Have passed, and the world's glory knelt in silence?
Yeats
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I'll shake the royalty out of his legs!
SECOND CRIPPLE.
[_Burying his nails in MAYOR'S face. _]
I'll scrumble the ermine out of his skin!
[_The CHAMBERLAIN comes down steps shouting, '_Silence!
silence! silence! _'_
CHAMBERLAIN.
How dare you make this uproar at the doors,
Deafening the very greatest in the land,
As if the farmyards and the rookeries
Had all been emptied!
FIRST CRIPPLE.
It is the Chamberlain.
[_CRIPPLES go out. _
CHAMBERLAIN.
Pick up the litter there, and get you gone!
Be quick about it!
Have you no respect
For this worn stair, this all but sacred door,
Where suppliants and tributary kings
Have passed, and the world's glory knelt in silence?
Have you no reverence for what all other men
Hold honourable?
BRIAN.
If I might speak my mind,
I'd say the King would have his luck again
If he would let my master have his rights.
CHAMBERLAIN.
Pick up your litter! Take your noise away!
Make haste, and get the clapper from the bell!
BRIAN.
[_Putting last of food into basket. _]
What do the great and powerful care for rights
That have no armies!
[_CHAMBERLAIN begins shoving them out with his staff. _
MAYOR.
My lord, I am not to blame.
I'm the King's man, and they attacked me for it.
BRIAN.
I'll shake the royalty out of his legs!
SECOND CRIPPLE.
[_Burying his nails in MAYOR'S face. _]
I'll scrumble the ermine out of his skin!
[_The CHAMBERLAIN comes down steps shouting, '_Silence!
silence! silence! _'_
CHAMBERLAIN.
How dare you make this uproar at the doors,
Deafening the very greatest in the land,
As if the farmyards and the rookeries
Had all been emptied!
FIRST CRIPPLE.
It is the Chamberlain.
[_CRIPPLES go out. _
CHAMBERLAIN.
Pick up the litter there, and get you gone!
Be quick about it!
Have you no respect
For this worn stair, this all but sacred door,
Where suppliants and tributary kings
Have passed, and the world's glory knelt in silence?
Have you no reverence for what all other men
Hold honourable?
BRIAN.
If I might speak my mind,
I'd say the King would have his luck again
If he would let my master have his rights.
CHAMBERLAIN.
Pick up your litter! Take your noise away!
Make haste, and get the clapper from the bell!
BRIAN.
[_Putting last of food into basket. _]
What do the great and powerful care for rights
That have no armies!
[_CHAMBERLAIN begins shoving them out with his staff. _
MAYOR.
My lord, I am not to blame.
I'm the King's man, and they attacked me for it.
BRIAN.
