FOOTNOTES: [434] [Tax.] [435] [Old copy, _Tyler_; but he is not on the stage.] [436] [_i.e._, To such poor men.] [437] [Letter.] [438] Old copy, _upon_. [439] _i.e._, Earl. [440][Softness or gentleness.] [441] [Interest, advantage.] ACTUS SECUNDUS. _Enter_ TOM MILLER, _with a goose_. T. M. It is good to make provision; for peradventure We shall lack victuals, and we lie in camp On Blackheath long. And, in faith, as long as this goose lasts we'll not starve: And as many good fellows as will come To the eating of her, come, and welcome. For, in faith, I came lightly by her, And lightly come, lightly gone. We captains are Lords within ourselves, and if The world hold out, we shall be kings shortly. [_Enter_ NOBS, _and cut away the goose while he_ _talketh, leave the head behind him,[442] and exit_. T. M. The rest of my fellow-captains are gone Before to Greenwich to meet the king: That comes to know our minds, And while they be about it: I'll make good cheer with my goose here-- What! is the goose flown away without her head? [_Exit._ _Re-enter_ TOM MILLER, _with_ JACK STRAW, WAT TYLER, HOB CARTER, SIR JOHN MORTON, _and their crew_.[443] J. S. Here's a stir more than needs; What means the king thus to abuse us? And make us run about [at] his pleasure, and to no end? He promised us to meet us on the water, And by [our] Lady, as soon as we came at the waterside, He fair and flat turns his barge, and away he goes to London. I tell thee, Wat, we will not put up this abuse. W. T. By Gog's blood, Captain Straw, we will Remove our camp, and away to London roundly, And there we'll speak with him, or we'll Know why we shall not. J. S. God a-mercy, Wat; and ere we have done. We will be lords every one. HOB. Gentle Jack Straw, In one line let us draw, And we'll not leave a man of law, Nor a paper worth a haw, And make him worse than a daw, That shall stand against Jack Straw. MOR. Methinks you might do well to answer the king, in the name of the whole company: some dozen or twenty men for the nonce, that may deliver the minds of you all in few words. J. S. Sir John Morton, you are an ass to tell us what we have to do; Hold your prating, you were best. W. T. I tell thee, Sir John, thou abusest us; But let's to London as fast as we can. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ KING, ARCHBISHOP, TREASURER, SECRETARY, SIR JOHN NEWTON, _and_ SPENCER, _a_ _bargeman_.