_Mus._ [_rising_]. Long live my sovereign! Long and happy be his days! Vouchsafe, my gracious lord, a simple gift At Billy Musgrove's hand. King James at Middleham Castle gave me this; This won the honour, and this give I thee. [_Gives sword to_ K. EDW. _K. Edw._ Godamercy, Musgrove, for this friendly gift; And, for thou fell'dst a king with this same weapon, This blade shall here dub valiant Musgrove knight. _Mus._ Alas, what hath your highness done? I am poor. _K. Edw._ To mend thy living take thou Middleham Castle, And hold of me. And if thou want living, complain; Thou shalt have more to maintain thine estate.-- George, which is thy love? _Geo._ This, if please your majesty. _K. Edw._ Art thou her aged father? _Grime._ I am, an it like your majesty. _K. Edw._ And wilt not give thy daughter unto George? _Grime._ Yes, my lord, if he will let me marry with this lovely lass. _K. Edw._ What say'st thou, George? _Geo._ With all my heart, my lord, I give consent. _Grime._ Then do I give my daughter unto George. _Wily._ Then shall the marriage soon be at an end. Witness, my lord, if that I be a woman; [_Throws off his disguise._ For I am Wily, boy to George-a-Greene, Who for my master wrought this subtle shift. _K. Edw._ What, is it a boy?--what say'st thou to this, Grime? _Grime._ Marry, my lord, I think this boy hath More knavery than all the world besides. Yet am I content that George shall both have My daughter and my lands. _K. Edw._ Now, George, it rests I gratify thy worth: And therefore here I do bequeath to thee, In full possession, half that Kendal hath; And what as Bradford holds of me in chief, I give it frankly unto thee for ever. Kneel down, George. _Geo._ What will your majesty do? _K. Edw._ Dub thee a knight, George. _Geo._ I beseech your grace, grant me one thing. _K. Edw._ What is that? _Geo._ Then let me live and die a yeoman still: So was my father, so must live his son. For 'tis more credit to men of base degree, To do great deeds, than men of dignity. _K. Edw._ Well, be it so, George. _K. James._ I beseech your grace despatch with me, And set down my ransom. _K. Edw._ George-a-Greene, Set down the King of Scots his ransom. _Geo._ I beseech your grace pardon me; It passeth my skill. _K. Edw._ Do it, the honour's thine. _Geo._ Then let King James make good Those towns which he hath burnt upon the borders; Give a small pension to the fatherless, Whose fathers he caus'd murder'd in those wars; Put in pledge for these things to your grace, And so return. _K. Edw._ King James, are you content? _K. James._ I am content, an like your majesty, And will leave good castles in security.