Capt. Come, my Lads, since you have made me Captain, I’ll lead you bravely on; I’ll die in the Cause, or bring you off with Victory. 1 Pren. Here’s a Club shall do some Execution: I’ll beat out _Hewson’s_ t’other Eye; I scorn to take him on the blind side. 407 Capt. In the first Place, we must all sign a Petition to my Lord Mayor.— 2 Pren. Petitions! we’ll have no Petition, Captain; we are for Club-Law, Captain. Capt. Obey, or I leave you. All. Obey, Obey. Capt. Look ye, we’ll petition for an honest Free Parliament I say. 1 Pren. No Parliament, no Parliament, we have had too much of that Mischief already, Captain. All. No Parliament, no Parliament. Capt. Farewel, Gentlemen, I thought I might have been heard. Free. Death, Sirs, you shall hear the Captain out. All. We obey, we obey. Capt. I say an honest Free Parliament, not one pick’d and chosen by Faction; but such an one as shall do our Bus’ness, Lads, and bring in the _Great Heroick_. All. Ay, ay, the Great Heroick, the Great Heroick. Lov. A fine Youth, and shou’d be encourag’d. Capt. Good—in the next Place, the noble _Scotch_ General is come, and we’ll side with him. Free. Ay, ay, all side with him. 1 Pren. Your Reason, Captain, for we have acted too much without Reason already. 2 Pren. Are we sure of him, Captain? Capt. Oh, he’ll doubtless declare for the King, Boys. All. Hay, _Viva le Roy, viva le Monk!_ Capt. Next, I hear there’s a Proclamation coming out to dissolve the Committee of no Safety. All. Good, good. Capt. And I hope you are all brave enough to stand to your Loyal Principles with your Lives and Fortunes. All. We’ll die for the Royal Interest. Capt. In the next Place, there’s another Proclamation come out. 408 2 Pren. This Captain is a Man of rare Intelligence; but for what, Captain? Capt. Why—to—hang us all, if we do not immediately depart to our respective Vocations: How like you that, my Lads? 2 Pren. Hum—hang’d! I’ll e’en home again. 1 Pren. And I too, I do not like this hanging. 2 Pren. A Man looks but scurvily with his Neck awry. 3 Pren. Ay, ay, we’ll home. Capt. Why, now you shew what precious Men you are—the King wou’d be finely hop’d up with such Rascals, that for fear of a little hanging would desert his Cause; a Pox upon you all, I here discharge ye— —Take back your Coward Hands and give me Hearts. [Flings ’em a Scroll. I scorn to fight with such mean-spirited Rogues; I did but try your boasted Courages. Lov. Brave Boy. Lov. and _Free._ We’ll die with thee, Captain— All. Oh, noble Captain, we recant— 1 Pren. We recant, dear Captain, we’ll die, one and all. All. One and all, one and all. Capt. Why, so there’s some trusting to you now. 3 Pren. But is there such a Proclamation, Captain? Capt. There is; but anon, when the Crop-ear’d Sheriff begins to read it, let every Man enlarge his Voice, and cry, no Proclamation, no Proclamation. All. Agreed, agreed.