Learn thou, and all posterity after thee, What 'tis, a servile slave to brave a king! Pardon, my gracious lord; for this my act Is service done to God and to yourself. KING. Lord Mayor, for thy valiant act in this, And noble courage in the king's behalf, Thou shalt perceive us not to be ungrateful. ALL THE REBELS. Our captain is slain, our captain is slain! KING. Fear you not, people, for I am your king, And I will be your captain and your friend. NEW. Pleaseth your grace for to withdraw yourself; These rebels then will soon be put to foil. [_Exeunt all but the_ MAYOR _and two Sergeants_. Mayor. Soldiers, take heart to you, and follow me; It is our God that gives the victory. Drag this accursed villain through the streets, To strike a terror to the rebels' hearts. London will give you power and arms, And God will strengthen you, and daunt your foes: Fill Smithfield full of noise and joyful cries, And say aloud, _God save our noble prince!_ [_Exeunt._ FINIS ACTUS TERTIUS. FOOTNOTES: [445] [Old copy, _Brocke_.] [446] [Old copy, _hostillitie_.] [447] [The divining rod. See "Popular Antiquities of Gr. Britain," iii. 286.] [448] [Old copy, _worse_.] [449] [Query, a blunder (of course intended) for _towardly_.] [450] [Old copy, _them_.] [451] [_i.e._, The fair and impartial way is.] ACTUS QUARTUS. _Enter_ KING, LORD MAYOR, MORTON, NEWTON, _and Noblemen_. KING. Lord Mayor and well-beloved friends, Whose readiness in aid of us and ours Hath given just trial of your loyalty And love you bear to us and to our land: Sith by the help and mighty hand of God These foul, unnatural broils are quieted, And this unhappy tumult well appeased: Having, as law and duty binds us to, Given both due praise and sacrifice of thanks Unto our God, from whom this goodness comes: Let me now to your counsel recommend, And to your sad[452] opinions generally, The end of all these great and high affairs, This mighty business that we have in hand. And that I may in brief unfold my mind, My lords, I would not yet--but mercy should-- Against the law in this hard case prevail; And as I gave my word unto you all That, if they then had left their mutiny, Or rather had let fall their wrongful arms, Their pardon then should have been general, So will I not; yet God forbid I should (Though law, I know, exact it at my hands) Behold so many of my countrymen All done to death and strangled in one day, The end is this: that of that careless rout, That hath so far unnaturally rebelled, The chief offenders may be punished: And thus you know my mind, and so, my lords, Proceed, I pray you, and no otherwise.