_Dick._ Talk no more of it. Here let us kneel, and thank the Goodness which has made us blest. _King._ May you be happy. _Mil._ [_Kneels._] After I have seen so much of your Majesty's Goodness, I cannot despair of Pardon, even for the rough Usage your Majesty receiv'd from me. [_The King draws his Sword, the Miller is frighted, and rises up, thinking he was going to kill him._ What have I done that I should lose my Life? _King._ Kneel without Fear. No, my good Host, so far are you from having any thing to pardon, that I am much your Debtor. I cannot think but so good and honest a Man will make a worthy and honourable Knight, so rise up, Sir _John Cockle_: And, to support your State, and in some sort requite the Pleasure you have done us, a Thousand Marks a Year shall be your Revenue. _Mil._ Your Majesty's Bounty I receive with Thankfulness; I have been guilty of no Meanness to obtain it, and hope I shall not be obliged to keep it upon base Conditions; for tho' I am willing to be a faithful Subject, I am resolv'd to be a free and an honest Man. _King._ I rely upon your being so: And to gain the Friendship of such a one, I shall always think an Addition to my Happiness, tho' a King. Worth, in whatever State, is sure a Prize Which Kings, of all Men, ought not to despise; By selfish Sycophants so close besieg'd, 'Tis by meer Chance a worthy Man's oblig'd: But hence, to every Courtier be it known, Virtue shall find Protection from the Throne. _FINIS._