_Flourish. Enter_ Porsenna, Collatine, _and_ Soldiers. Porsenna. The Tuscan King, seeing the Tarquins slain, Thus armed and battled, offers peace to Rome, To confirm which, we’ll give you present hostage; If you deny, we’ll stand upon our guard, And by the force of arms maintain our own. Valerius. After so much effusion and large waste Of Roman blood, the name of peace is welcome: Since of the Tarquins none remain in Rome, And Lucrece’ rape is now revenged at full, ’Twere good to entertain Porsenna’s league. Collatine. Porsenna we embrace, whose royal presence Shall grace the consul to the funeral pile. March on to Rome. Jove be our guard and guide, That hath in us ’venged rape, and punished pride! [_Exeunt_. To the Reader. Because we would not that any man’s expectation should be deceived in the ample printing of this book, lo, Gentle Reader, we have inserted these few songs, which were added by the stranger that lately acted Valerius his part, in form following. _The Cries of Rome_. Thus go the cries in Rome’s fair town; First they go up street, and then they go down. Round and sound, all of a colour; buy a very fine marking stone, marking stone; round and sound, all of a colour; buy a very fine marking stone, a very very fine! Thus go the cries in Rome’s fair town; First they go up street, and then they go down. Bread and--meat--bread--and meat, for the ten--der--mercy of God, to the poor pris--ners of Newgate, four--score and--ten--poor--prisoners! Thus go the cries in Rome’s fair town; First they go up street, and then they go down. Salt--salt--white Wor--stershire salt! Thus go the cries in Rome’s fair town; First they go up street, and then they go down. Buy a very fine mouse-trap, or a tormentor for your fleas! Thus go the cries in Rome’s fair town; First they go up street, and then they go down. Kitchen-stuff, maids! Thus go the cries in Rome’s fair town; First they go up street, and then they go down. Ha’ you any wood to cleave? Thus go the cries in Rome’s fair town; First they go up street, and then they go down. I ha’ white radish, white hard lettuce, white young onions! Thus go the cries in Rome’s fair town; First they go up street, and then they go down. I ha’ rock-sampier, rock-sampier![5.75] Thus go the cries in Rome’s fair town; First they go up street, and then they go down. Buy a mat, a mil-mat, mat, or a hassock for your pew, a stopple for your close-stool, or a pesock to thrust your feet in! Thus go the cries in Rome’s fair town; First they go up street, and then they go down. Whiting, maids, whiting! Thus go the cries in Rome’s fair town; First they go up street, and then they go down. Hot fine oat-cakes, hot! Thus go the cries in Rome’s fair town; First they go up street, and then they go down.