Soest. Stands it so? Vansen. I'll show it you, as it was written down two or three centuries ago. A Citizen. And we tolerate the new bishops? The nobles must protect us, we will make a row else! Others. And we suffer ourselves to be intimidated by the Inquisition? Vansen. It is your own fault. People. We have Egmont! We have Orange! They will protect our interests. Vansen. Your brothers in Flanders are beginning the good work. Soapboiler. Dog! (Strikes him.) (Others oppose the Soapboiler, and exclaim,) Are you also a Spaniard? Another. What! This honourable man? Another. This learned man? (They attack the Soapboiler.) Carpenter. For heaven's sake, peace! (Others mingle in the fray.) Carpenter. Citizens, what means this? (Boys whistle, throw stones, set on dogs; citizens stand and gape, people come running up, others walk quietly to and fro, others play all sorts of pranks, shout and huzza.) Others. Freedom and privilege! Privilege and freedom! [Enter Egmont, with followers. Egmont. Peace! Peace! good people. What is the matter? Peace, I say! Separate them. Carpenter. My good lord, you come like an angel from heaven. Hush! See you nothing? Count Egmont! Honour to Count Egmont! Egmont. Here, too! What are you about? Burgher against burgher! Does not even the neighbourhood of our royal mistress oppose a barrier to this frenzy? Disperse yourselves, and go about your business. 'Tis a bad sign when you thus keep holiday on working days. How did the disturbance begin? (The tumult gradually subsides, and the people gather around Egmont.) Carpenter. They are fighting about their privileges.