MORE.
Submit you to these noble gentlemen,
Entreat their mediation to the king,
Give up yourself to form, obey the magistrate,
And there’s no doubt but mercy may be found,
If you so seek.
To persist in it is present death: but, if you
Yield yourselves, no doubt what punishment
You in simplicity have incurred, his highness
In mercy will most graciously pardon.
ALL.
We yield, and desire his highness’ mercy.
[They lay by their weapons.]
MORE.
No doubt his majesty will grant it you:
But you must yield to go to several prisons,
Till that his highness’ will be further known.
ALL.
Most willingly; whether you will have us.
SHREWSBURY.
Lord Mayor, let them be sent to several prisons,
And there, in any case, be well intreated.—
My lord of Surrey, please you to take horse,
And ride to Cheapside, where the aldermen
Are with their several companies in arms;
Will them to go unto their several wards,
Both for the stay of furth mutiny,
And for the apprehending of such persons
As shall contend.
SURREY.
I go, my noble lord.
[Exit Surrey.]
SHREWSBURY.
We’ll straight go tell his highness these good news;
Withal, Shrieve More, I’ll tell him how your breath
Hath ransomed many a subject from sad death.
[Exit Shrewsbury and Cholmley.]