By Saint James, Our Duchess waxes bold! Bardi Bardi Here comes the Duchess. Duke Duke Shut that door there; this morning air is cold. [They close the door on the corridor.] [Enter the Duchess followed by a crowd of meanly dressed Citizens.] Duchess [flinging herself upon her knees] Duchess I do beseech your Grace to give us audience. Duke Duke What are these grievances? Duchess Duchess Alas, my Lord, Such common things as neither you nor I, Nor any of these noble gentlemen, Have ever need at all to think about; They say the bread, the very bread they eat, Is made of sorry chaff. First Citizen First Citizen
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