“Enter the King, Dunston, and Perin.
“King. How now, Perin, who haue we here?
“Cob.
We the townes men of Goteham,
Hearing your Grace would come this way,
Did thinke it good for you to stay—
But hear you, neighbours, bid somebody ring the bels—
And we are come to you alone,
To deliuer our petition.
“Kin. What is it, Perin? I pray thee reade.
“Per. Nothing but to haue a license to brew strong Ale thrise a week, and he that comes to Goteham and will not spende a penie on a pot of Ale if he be a drie, that he may fast.
“Kin. Well, sirs, we grant your petition.
“Cob. We humblie thanke your royall Maiesty.
“King. Come, Dunston, lets away.
Exeunt omnes.”[xxiv:1]