Yet stay! I have need of them.

Let them come hither.

Later, cast them from the battlements--or--how many priests have ye on hand ?" "The day's results are meagre, good my lord.

An abbot and a dozen beggarly friars is all we have." "Hell and furies! Is the estate going to seed?
Send hither the mountebanks.

Afterward, broil them with the priests." The robed and close-cowled harlequins entered.