H. C. Marry, I thank your grace. Hob Carter and the Essex men will home Again; and we take your word. KING. We believe you all, and thank you all; And presently we will commandment give, That all this business may be quickly ready. [_Exeunt_ KING _and his Train_. J. S. I tell thee, Wat, this is not that that I would have; I come for more than to be answered thus; And if the Essex men will needs be gone, Content: let them go suck their mams at home. I came for spoil, and spoil I'll have. W. T. Do what thou wilt, Jack, I will follow thee. NOBS. How, and if it be to the gallows? [_Aside._ W. T. Why, that is the worst. NOBS. And, i' faith, that is, sure; but, if you will be ruled by me, Trust not to his pardon, for you die, every mother's son, But (captains) [we] go forward as we have begun. BALL. My masters, the boy speaks wisely. I have read this in Cato, _Ad consilium antiquum voceris_: Take good counsel, while it is given. J. S. Content, boy, we will be ruled by thee. [_Exeunt omnes except_ NOBS. _Enter_ TOM MILLER _to burn papers_. NOBS. Why, how now, Captain Miller, I perceive You take no care which way the world goes? T. M. I' faith, Nobs, I have made a bonfire here Of a great many of bonds and indentures, And obligations; faith, I have been amongst The ends of the court, and among the records; And all that I saw either in the Guild-Hall Or in any other place, I have set fire on them. But where hast thou been? NOBS. I have been With our captains, Straw and Tyler, at Saint John's In Smithfield; but, sirrah, I can tell you news! Captain Carter is gone home, and all our Essexmen, And I fear we shall all be hanged. Therefore, Look you to yourself, for I will look to myself. [_Exit._ T. M. Well, if we shall be hanged, it is but a folly to be sorry, But go to it with a good stomach. Riddle me a riddle, what's this, I shall be hanged, I shall not be hanged. [_Here he tries it with a staff._[447] _Enter_ LADY-MOTHER _and_ GENTLEMAN-USHER, _unseen by_ MILLER. QUEEN. What doth that fellow? USHER. It seemeth, madam, he disputeth with himself Whether he shall be hanged or no. QUEEN. Alas, poor soul! simple enough, God wot! And yet not so simple as a great many of his company. USHER. If it be, as we are let to understand, My lord the king hath given them general pardon. QUEEN. So he hath, and they, like honest men, are gone homeward, or at least the most part of them, but worst[448] in mine opinion is their haps, that tarry longest.