K. If clemency may win their raging minds To civil order, I'll approve it first. They shall perceive I come in quiet wise, Accompanied with the Lord Mayor here alone, Besides our guard that doth attend on us. L. MAYOR. May it please your grace That I shall raise the streets, to guard your majesty Through Smithfield as you walk? KING. No, Lord Mayor, 'twill make them more outrageous, And be a mean to shed a world of blood: I more account the blood of Englishmen than so. But this is the place I have appointed them To hear them speak, and have adventured To come among this foul, unruly crew. And lo, my lord, see where the people comes! _Enter_ JACK STRAW, WAT TYLER, TOM MILLER, PARSON BALL, _and_ HOB CARTER. J. S. My masters, this is the king, come away, 'Tis he that we would speak withal. KING. Newton, desire that one may speak for all, To tell the sum of their demand at full. NEW. My masters, you that are th' especial men, His majesty requires you all by me, That one may speak and tell him your demand; And gently here he lets you know by me, He is resolved to hear him all at large. KING. Ay, good my friends, I pray you heartily, Tell us your minds as mildly as you can; And we will answer you so well to all, As you shall not mislike in anything. J. S. We come to revenge your officer's ill-demeanour, And though we have killed him for his knavery, Now we be gotten together, we will have wealth and liberty. [_Cry all: Wealth and liberty!_ KING. It is enough; believe me, if you will; For as I am your true-succeeding prince, I swear by all the honour of my crown, You shall have liberty and pardon all, As God hath given it and your lawful king. W. T. Ere we'll be pinch'd with poverty, To dig our meat and victuals from the ground, That are as worthy of good maintenance, As any gentleman your grace doth keep, We will be kings and lords within ourselves, And not abide the pride of tyranny. KING. I pray thee, fellow, what countryman art thou? W. T. It skills not much; I am an Englishman. BALL. Marry, sir, he is a Kentishman, and hath been my scholar ere now. MAYOR. Little good manners hath the villain learned, To use his lord and king so barbarously. [_Aside._ KING. Well, people, ask you any more, Than to be free and have your liberty? [_Cry all: Wealth and liberty!_ KING. Then take my word, I promise it to you all. And eke my general pardon now forthwith, Under seal and letters patents to perform the same. Let every man betake him to his home, And with what speed our clerks can make dispatch, Your pardons and your letters patents Shall be forthwith sent down in every shire.