_K. Edw._ I frankly grant a pardon to you all: [_They rise._ And, George-a-Greene, give me thy hand; There's none in England that shall do thee wrong. Even from my court I came to see thyself; And now I see that fame speaks naught but truth. _Geo._ I humbly thank your royal majesty. That which I did against the Earl of Kendal, 'Twas but a subject's duty to his sovereign, And therefore little merits such good words. _K. Edw._ But ere I go, I'll grace thee with good deeds. Say what King Edward may perform, And thou shalt have it, being in England's bounds. _Geo._ I have a lovely leman, As bright of blee as is the silver moon, And old Grime her father will not let her match With me, because I am a Pinner, Although I love her, and she me, dearly. _K. Edw._ Where is she? _Geo._ At home at my poor house, And vows never to marry unless her father Give consent; which is my great grief, my lord. _K. Edw._ If this be all, I will despatch it straight; I'll send for Grime and force him give his grant: He will not deny King Edward such a suit. _Enter_ JENKIN. _Jen._ Ho, who saw a master of mine? O, he is gotten into company, an a body should rake hell for company. _Geo._ Peace, ye slave! see where King Edward is. _K. Edw._ George, what is he? _Geo._ I beseech your grace pardon him; he is my man. _First Shoe._ Sirrah, the king hath been drinking with us, and did pledge us too. _Jen._ Hath he so? kneel; I dub you gentlemen. _First Shoe._ Beg it of the king, Jenkin. _Jen._ I will.--I beseech your worship grant me one thing. _K. Edw._ What is that? _Jen._ Hark in your ear. [_Whispers_ K. EDW. _in the ear._ _K. Edw._ Go your ways, and do it. _Jen._ Come, down on your knees, I have got it. _First Shoe._ Let us hear what it is first. _Jen._ Marry, because you have drunk with the king, and the king hath so graciously pledged you, you shall be no more called Shoemakers; but you and yours, to the world's end, shall be called the trade of the Gentle Craft. _First Shoe._ I beseech your majesty reform this which he hath spoken. _Jen._ I beseech your worship consume this which he hath spoken. _K. Edw._ Confirm it, you would say.-- Well, he hath done it for you, it is sufficient.-- Come, George, we will go to Grime, and have thy love. _Jen._ I am sure your worship will abide; for yonder is coming old Musgrove and mad Cuddy his son.--Master, my fellow Wily comes dressed like a woman, and Master Grime will marry Wily. Here they come. _Enter_ MUSGROVE _and_ CUDDY; GRIME, WILY _disguised as a woman,_ MAID MARIAN, _and_ BETTRIS. _K. Edw._ Which is thy old father, Cuddy? _Cud._ This, if it please your majesty. [MUSGROVE _kneels._ _K. Edw._ Ah, old Musgrove, stand up; It fits not such grey hairs to kneel.