Now if it were so, cousin, that you should be brought through the
broad high-street of a great long city; and if, all along the way
that you were going, there were on one side of the way a rabble of
ragged beggars and madmen, who would despise and dispraise you with
all the shameful names that they could call you and all the
villainous words that they could say to you; and if there were
then, all along the other side of the same street where you should
come by, a goodly company standing in a fair range, a row of wise
and worshipful folk, lauding and commending you, more than fifteen
times as many as that rabble of ragged beggars and railing
madmen--would you willingly turn back, thinking that you went unto
your shame, for the shameful jesting and railing of those mad
foolish wretches? Or would you hold on your way with a good cheer
and a glad heart, thinking yourself much honoured by the laud and
approbation of that other honourable company?
VINCENT: Nay, by my troth, uncle, there is no doubt but that I
would much regard the commendation of those commendable folk, and
regard not a rush the railing of all those ribalds.
ANTHONY: Then, cousin, no man who hath faith can account himself
shamed here, by any manner of death that he suffereth for the faith
of Christ.
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