First Citizen Marry, he will lighten the taxes! Second Citizen Second Citizen Or a dole of bread, think you, for each man? Duke Duke That, on next Sunday, the Lord Cardinal Shall, after Holy Mass, preach you a sermon Upon the Beauty of Obedience. [Citizens murmur.] First Citizen First Citizen I’ faith, that will not fill our stomachs! Second Citizen Second Citizen A sermon is but a sorry sauce, when You have nothing to eat with it. Duchess Duchess Poor people, You see I have no power with the Duke, But if you go into the court without, My almoner shall from my private purse, Divide a hundred ducats ’mongst you all. First Citizen First Citizen
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