1 K. Come, come, no more shuffling: I tell ye, you're all Rogues, and we'll have you hanged, you may depend on't. Come, let's take 'em to old Cockle's, we're not far off, we'll keep 'em there all Night, and To-morrow-morning we'll away with 'em before the Justice.
4 C. A very pretty Adventure.
[Exeunt.
Scene changes to the Mill.
King, Miller, Margery, and Dick, at Supper.
Mil. Come, Sir, you must mend a bad Supper with a Glass of good Ale: Here's King Harry's Health.
King. With all my Heart. Come, Richard, here's King Harry's Health; I hope you are Courtier enough to pledge me, are not you?
Dick. Yes, yes, Sir, I'll drink the King's Health with all my Heart.
Mar. Come, Sir, my humble Service to you, and much good may do ye with your poor Supper; I wish it had been better.
King. You need make no Apologies.