Alas, poor things, what is it you have got

Thomas More
Alas, poor things, what is it you have got,
Although we grant you get the thing you seek?
George
Marry, the removing of the strangers, which cannot
choose but much advantage the poor handicrafts of the city.
Thomas More
Grant them removed, and grant that this your noise
Hath chid down all the majesty of England;
Imagine that you see the wretched strangers,
Their babies at their backs and their poor luggage,Parenthesis
Plodding to th’ ports and costs for transportation,
And that you sit as kings in your desires,
Authority quite silent by your brawl,Parenthesis
And you in ruff of your opinions clothed;
What had you got? I’ll tell you: you had taught
AnaphoraHow insolence and strong hand should prevail,
How order should be quelled;Hypophora and by this pattern
Not one of you should live an aged man,
For other ruffians, as their fancies wrought,
With Anaphoraself same hand, self reasons, and self right,Parenthesis
Would shark on youMetaphor, and men like ravenous fishes
Would feed on one another…Simile

This is the strangers’ case
And this your mountainish inhumanity.

…You’ll put down strangers,
Kill them, cut their throats, possess their houses,Isocolon
And lead the majesty of law in lyamAlusion
To slip him like a houndSimile; alas, alas,Epizeuxis say now the King,
As he is clement if th’offender mourn,Parenthesis
Should so much come too short of your great trespass
As but to banish you: whither would you go?
What country, Parenthesisby the nature of your error,
Should give you harbour?Epimone Go you to France or Flanders,
To any German province, Spain or Portugal,
Nay, anywhere that not adheres to England,
Why, you must needs be strangers. Would you be pleas’d
To find a nation of such barbarous temper
That breaking out in hideous violence
Would not afford you an abode on earth?
Whet their detested knives against your throats,
Spurn you like dogs, and like as if that God
Owed not nor made not you, not that the elements
Were not all appropriate to your comforts,
But charter’d unto them? What would you think
To be us’d thus?Epimone of Rhetorical Questions This is the strangers’ case
And this your mountainish inhumanity.ellipsis