Enter Watchmen.
Sir John. See! Here he comes, with all his Greeks about him—Follow me, Boys.
Watch. Hey-dey! Who have we got here?—Stand.
Sir John. May-hap not!
Watch. What are you all doing here in the Streets at this time o'night? And who are you, Madam, that seem to be at the Head of this noble Crew?
Sir John. Sirrah, I am Bonduca, Queen of the Welchmen; and with a Leek as long as my Pedigree, I will destroy your Roman Legion in an Instant—Britons, strike home.
[They fight off. Watch. return with Sir John.
Watch. So! We have got the Queen, however! We'll make her pay well for her Ransom—Come, Madam, will your Majesty please to walk before the Constable?
Sir John. The Constable's a Rascal! And you are a Son of a Whore!
Watch. A most noble Reply, truly! If this be her royal Style, I'll warrant her Maids of Honour prattle prettily: But we'll teach you some of our Court Dialect before we part with you, Princess—Away with her to the Round-house.