King. It is enough; believe me, if you will;
For as I am your true-succeeding prince,
I swear by all the honour of my crown,
You shall have liberty and pardon all,
As God hath given it and your lawful king.
W. T. Ere we'll be pinch'd with poverty,
To dig our meat and victuals from the ground,
That are as worthy of good maintenance,
As any gentleman your grace doth keep,
We will be kings and lords within ourselves,
And not abide the pride of tyranny.
King. I pray thee, fellow, what countryman art thou?
W. T. It skills not much; I am an Englishman.
Ball. Marry, sir, he is a Kentishman, and hath been my scholar ere now.
Mayor. Little good manners hath the villain learned,
To use his lord and king so barbarously. [Aside.
King. Well, people, ask you any more,
Than to be free and have your liberty?
[Cry all: Wealth and liberty!
King. Then take my word, I promise it to you all.
And eke my general pardon now forthwith,
Under seal and letters patents to perform the same.
Let every man betake him to his home,
And with what speed our clerks can make dispatch,
Your pardons and your letters patents
Shall be forthwith sent down in every shire.
H. C. Marry, I thank your grace.
Hob Carter and the Essex men will home
Again; and we take your word.
King. We believe you all, and thank you all;
And presently we will commandment give,
That all this business may be quickly ready.