SHERWIN.
No, not one; they’re all fled.
LINCOLN.
Then fire the houses, that, the Mayor being busy
About the quenching of them, we may escape;
Burn down their kennels: let us straight away,
Least this day prove to us an ill May day.
CLOWN.
Fire, fire! I’ll be the first:
If hanging come, tis welcome; that’s the worst.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE III. The Guildhall.
[Enter at one door Sir Thomas More and Lord Mayor; at another door Sir John Munday hurt.]
LORD MAYOR.
What, Sir John Munday, are you hurt?
SIR JOHN.
A little knock, my lord. There was even now
A sort of prentices playing at cudgels;
I did command them to their masters’ houses;
But now, I fear me, they are gone to join
With Lincoln, Sherwin, and their dangerous train.
MORE.
The captains of this insurrection
Have taken themselves to arms, and came but now
To both the Counters, where they have released
Sundry indebted prisoners, and from thence
I hear that they are gone into St. Martins,
Where they intend to offer violence
To the amazed Lombards: therefore, my lord,
If we expect the safety of the city,
Tis time that force or parley do encounter
With these displeased men.
[Enter a Messenger.]