Free. We have made our Escapes—and hope to see better times shortly, the noble Scotch General is come, Boys.
Enter Captain of the Prentices, and a great Gang with him, arm’d with Swords, Staffs, &c.
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.
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.