My Lord, I stand so
squeezed
among the crowd
I cannot lift my hands unto my head.
I cannot lift my hands unto my head.
Tennyson
Lord!
they be fine; I never
stitch'd none such. They make amends for the tails.
FOURTH CITIZEN. Tut! every Spanish priest will tell you that all
English heretics have tails.
FIFTH CITIZEN. Death and the Devil--if he find I have one--
FOURTH CITIZEN. Lo! thou hast call'd them up! here they come--a pale
horse for Death and Gardiner for the Devil.
_Enter_ GARDINER _(turning back from the procession)_.
GARDINER. Knave, wilt thou wear thy cap before the Queen?
MAN.
My Lord, I stand so squeezed among the crowd
I cannot lift my hands unto my head.
GARDINER. Knock off his cap there, some of you about him!
See there be others that can use their hands.
Thou art one of Wyatt's men?
MAN. No, my Lord, no.
GARDINER. Thy name, thou knave?
MAN. I am nobody, my Lord.
GARDINER (_shouting_).
God's passion! knave, thy name?
MAN. I have ears to hear.
stitch'd none such. They make amends for the tails.
FOURTH CITIZEN. Tut! every Spanish priest will tell you that all
English heretics have tails.
FIFTH CITIZEN. Death and the Devil--if he find I have one--
FOURTH CITIZEN. Lo! thou hast call'd them up! here they come--a pale
horse for Death and Gardiner for the Devil.
_Enter_ GARDINER _(turning back from the procession)_.
GARDINER. Knave, wilt thou wear thy cap before the Queen?
MAN.
My Lord, I stand so squeezed among the crowd
I cannot lift my hands unto my head.
GARDINER. Knock off his cap there, some of you about him!
See there be others that can use their hands.
Thou art one of Wyatt's men?
MAN. No, my Lord, no.
GARDINER. Thy name, thou knave?
MAN. I am nobody, my Lord.
GARDINER (_shouting_).
God's passion! knave, thy name?
MAN. I have ears to hear.
