[Exit.
Enter Nobs with a Fleming.
Sirrah, here it is set down by our captains
That as many of you as cannot say bread and cheese
In good and perfect English, ye die for it:
And that was the cause so many strangers
Did die in Smithfield. Let us hear
You say bread and cheese.
Flem. Broed[445] and keyse. [Exeunt both.
FOOTNOTES:
[442] [Old copy, behind him, with them and Morton; but Morton does not enter till a little later.]
[443] [This direction is very imperfectly given in the old copy.]
[444] [Old copy, strike.]
[ACTUS TERTIUS.]
Enter King, Lord Mayor, Sir John Newton, Two Sergeants, with Guard and Gentlemen.