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ork Be able to sit up? QUEEN. The Archbishop's grace Was reasonable well even now, good son. SAL. And he desir'd me that I should desire Your majesty to send unto his grace, If any matter did import his presence. JOHN. We will ourselves step in and visit him. Mother and my good lords, will you attend us? PRIOR. I gladly will attend your majesty. JOHN. Now, good lord, help us! When I said good lords, I meant not you, Lord Prior: lord I know you are, But good, God knows, you never mean to be. [_Exeunt_ JOHN, QUEEN, CHESTER, SALISBURY. PRIOR. John is incens'd; and very much, I doubt, That villain Warman hath accused me About the 'scape of Ely. Well, suppose he have, What's that to me? I am a clergyman, And all his power, if he all extend, Cannot prevail against my holy order. But the Archbishop's grace is now his friend, And may, perchance, attempt to do me ill. _Enter a_ SERVING-MAN. What news with you, sir? SERV.-MAN. Even heavy news, my lord; for the lightning's[213] fire, Falling in manner of a firedrake[214] Upon a barn of yours, hath burnt six barns, And not a strike of corn reserv'd from dust. No hand could save it, yet ten thousand hands Laboured their best, though none for love of you; For every tongue with bitter cursing bann'd Your lordship, as the viper of the land. PRIOR. What meant the villains? SERV.-MAN. Thus and thus they cried: Upon this churl, this hoarder-up of corn, This spoiler of the Earl of Huntington, This lust-defiled, merciless, false prior, Heaven raineth vengeance down in shape of fire. Old wives, that scarce could with their crutches creep, And little babes, that newly learn'd to speak, Men masterless, that thorough want did weep, All in one voice, with a confused cry, In execrations bann'd you bitterly: Plague follow plague, they cry: he hath undone The good Lord Robert, Earl of Huntington. And then-- PRIOR.[215] What then, thou villain? Get thee from my sight! They that wish plagues, plagues will upon them light. _Enter another_ SERVANT. PRIOR. What are your tidings? SERV. The convent of St Mary's are agreed, And have elected in your lordship's place Old father Jerome, who is stall'd Lord Prior By the new Archbishop. PRIOR. Of York, thou mean'st? A vengeance on him! he is my hope's foe. _Enter a_ HERALD. HER. Gilbert de Hood, late Prior of Saint Mary's, Our sovereign John commandeth thee by me, That presently
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