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.
Lov. Brave noble Lads, hold still your Resolution, And when your leisure Hours will give ye leave, Drink the King’s Health, here’s Gold for you to do so.
Free. Take my Mite too, brave Lads. [Gives ’em Gold.
All. Hay! [Viva the brave] Heroicks!
Enter Ananias Gogle.