J. S. Sir John Morton, you are an ass to tell us what we have to do;
Hold your prating, you were best.
W. T. I tell thee, Sir John, thou abusest us;
But let's to London as fast as we can. [Exeunt.
Enter King, Archbishop, Treasurer, Secretary, Sir John Newton, and Spencer, a bargeman.
King. My lords,
If all our men are come unto the shore,
Let us return again into the town.
These people are not to be talk'd withal,
Much less with reason to be ordered,
That so unorderly, with shrieks[444] and cries,
Make show as though they would invade us all.
I have not heard, nor read of any king,
So ungently of his people entertained.
[Exeunt King and his train, save Newton
and Spencer.
Spen. Sir John, what was the cause the king returned so soon,
And with such haste so quickly took the shore?
New. Bargeman, the king had reason for the same,
I warrant thee he was not ill-advised.
Spen. I think he meant to have commenced some talk
With that unruly crew.
New. He meant so, indeed, Spencer; but you heard how it fell out?
Spen. Not well; I held my stern so hard.