Sir W. Ay, my gracious sovereign.
King. Guard well this packet. When the Governor
Of this same peevish town shall call a parley,
Break you it up, and from it speak our pleasure.
Here are the terms—the only terms—on which
We do allow them to capitulate.
Enter the Queen Philippa, attended.
Oh, welcome! welcome! We shall give you here
Rude martial fare, and soldiers' entertainment.
Queen. Royal sir!