NEW. Even part of those, my good and gracious lord, That promised your highness to depart. KING. Why, then, I see they stand not to their words, And sure they should not break it so with me, That have so carefully remembered them: This is a part of great ingratitude. MAYOR. And it like your majesty, the Essex men With far more better minds have parted company, And every man beta'en him to his home. The chiefest of these rebels be of Kent, Of base degree and worse conditions all, And vowed, as I am given to understand, To nothing but to havoc and to spoil. KING. Lord Mayor, if it be so, I wot It is a dangerous and unnatural resolution. I pray thee, Newton, go and speak with them; Ask them what more it is that they require. [NEWTON _goes to the rebels_. NEW. My masters, you that be the chiefest of the rout, The king entreats you kindly here by me To come and speak with him a word or two. J. S. Sirrah, if the king would anything with us, Tell him the way is indifferent[451] to meet us. NEW. You are too many to be talked withal; Besides you owe a duty to your prince. J. S. Sirrah, give me the sword thou wearest there; Becomes it thee to be armed in my presence? NEW. Sir, I wear my weapon for mine own defence, And by your leave will wear it yet a while. J. S. What, wilt thou, villain? give it me, I say. KING. Newton, give it him, if that be all the matter; Here take it, and much good do it thee. [_The King gives him the sword._ J. S. Villain, I say, give me the sword thou bearest up, For that's the thing I tell thee I affect. NEW. This sword belongs unto my lord the king. Tis none of mine, nor shalt thou have the same. Proud rebel, wert but thou and I alone, Thou durst not ask it thus boldly at my hand, For all the wealth this Smithfield doth contain. J. S. By him that died for me, I will not dine, Till I have seen thee hanged or made away. KING. Alas, Lord Mayor! Newton is in great danger, And force cannot prevail amongst the rout. MAYOR. Old Rome, I can remember I have read, When thou didst flourish for virtue and for arms, What magnanimity did abide in thee! Then, Walworth, as it may become thee well, Deserve some honour at thy prince's hand, And beautify this dignity of thine With some or other act of consequence! [_Aside. Advances._ Villain, I say, whence comes this rage of thine? How darest thou, a dunghill bastard born, To brave thy sovereign and his nobles thus? Villain, I do arrest thee in my prince's name! Proud rebel as thou art, take that withal; [_Here he stabs him._