KING. My lords, If all our men are come unto the shore, Let us return again into the town. These people are not to be talk'd withal, Much less with reason to be ordered, That so unorderly, with shrieks[444] and cries, Make show as though they would invade us all. I have not heard, nor read of any king, So ungently of his people entertained. [_Exeunt_ KING _and his train, save_ NEWTON _and_ SPENCER. SPEN. Sir John, what was the cause the king returned so soon, And with such haste so quickly took the shore? NEW. Bargeman, the king had reason for the same, I warrant thee he was not ill-advised. SPEN. I think he meant to have commenced some talk With that unruly crew. NEW. He meant so, indeed, Spencer; but you heard how it fell out? SPEN. Not well; I held my stern so hard. NEW. 'Twas thus; the king and all his company, Being rowed with oars so far as Greenwich town, It was a world to see what troops of men, Like bees that swarm about the honeyhive, 'Gan strew the gravel ground and sandy plain, That filled the air with cries and fearful noise; And from the water did an echo rise, That pierced the ears of our renowned king: Affrighting so his heart with strong conceit Of some unhappy, grievous stratagem, That (trust me) with my ears I heard him say, He thought they would have all, like spaniels, Ta'en water desp'rately, and boarded him. So did they all i-fare like frantic men, That time he thought to speed away apace, And take the best advantage of the place. SPEN. Indeed I could not greatly blame his majesty, Myself was not so scared this seven years: Methought there was sufficient months enough, At highest tide t' have drawen the Thames dry. NEW. Spencer, ere it flow thrice at London bridge, London, I fear, will hear of worser news. [_Exeunt_ AMBO. _Enter_ JACK STRAW, WAT TYLER, HOB CARTER, TOM MILLER, NOBS, MORTON, _and Southwarkmen_. SOUTH. Neighbours, you that keep the gates, let the king's liege people in, or we must be fain to aid them with balls of wildfire, or some other device; for they have spoiled all Southwark, let out all the prisoners, broke up the Marshalsea and the King's Bench, and made great havoc in the borough here. Therefore, I pray you, let them in. W. T. Porter, open the gate; if thou lovest thyself, or thine own life, open the gate. T. M. You have a certain spare goose came in to be roasted: She is enough by this. [_Exeunt all but_ MORTON.