Lope. They grow stronger and stronger. Forward, men, forward! (As the Soldiers are about to advance, trumpets and shouts of ‘God save the King,’ within.)
Lope. The king!
All. The king!
Enter King Philip II. through centre Street, with Train, etc. Shouting, Trumpets, etc.
King. What is all this?
Lope. ’Tis well your Majesty came so suddenly, or you would have had one of your whole towns by way of bonfire on your progress.
King. What has happened?
Lope. The mayor of this place has had the impudence to seize a captain in your Majesty’s service, clap him in prison, and refuses to surrender him to me, his commander.
King. Where is this mayor?
Cres. Here, so please your Majesty.