[Exeunt.
SCAENA 6.
Enter Duch-woemen and Burgers.
Duch-W. The Prince, the Prince, the Prince! O our husbands.
Burg. Goe pray, goe pray, goe pray: We shalbe hangd all.
Duch-W. I would it were no worse:
Enter Eng.-gentw.
Eng.-gentw. Now where's your valours, You that would eat the Prince?
Duch-W. Sweet English Gentlewoman.
Eng.-gentw. Fy, doe not run! for shame! body a me, How their feare outstincks their garlick! litle Sir Gregory,