T. M. And I, my masters, will make one,
To fight when all our foes be gone;
Well shall they see, before we'll lack,
We'll stuff the gallows till it crack.
J. S. I hope we shall have men enou',
To aid us herein, Wat; how thinkest thou?
Par. Tag and rag, thou needst not doubt.
W. T. But who shall be captain of the rout?
Par. That shall you two, for all our Kentish men.
J. S. Fellow-captain, welcome, let's about it.
W. T. Agreed, fellow-captain; to London.
[Exeunt all but Nobbs.
Nobbs. Here's even work towards for the hangman: did you ever see such a crew.
After so bad a beginning, what's like to ensue?
Faith, even the common reward for rebels, Swingledom.
Swangledom, you know as well as I.
But what care they? ye hear them say they owe God a death, and they can but die.
'Tis dishonour for such as they to die in their bed,
And credit to caper under the gallows, all save the head;
And yet, by my fay, the beginning of this riot
May chance cost many a man's life, before all be at quiet:
And i' faith I'll be amongst them, as forward as the best,
And if ought fall out but well, I shall shift amongst the rest,
And being but a boy, may hide me in the throng.
Tyburn, stand fast; I fear you will be loden, ere it be long. [Exit.
Enter Lord Treasurer, Lord Archbishop, and Secretary, with others.