W. T. Rantara! have at all, my boys!
T. M. Sayest thou so, my heart, then farewell my pardon:
For I'll do as ye do; hang together for company.
Ball. Neighbours and friends, never yield,
But fight it lustily in the field:
For God will give you strength and might,
And put your enemies to flight:
To stand against them day and night,
For, of my honesty, your quarrel's right.
T. M. O Parson Ball, before you all,
If all fall out not well,
By following thy counsel;
And that by listening to thy talk,
To the gallows we do walk:
Parson Ball, I will tell thee,
And swear it of mine honesty,
Thou shalt be hanged as well as we.
J. S. Peace! here comes the king, I trow.
Enter the King, Mayor, and Newton, bearing a sword.
King. What company be those, Newton, we do see?
Be they[450] of those that promised us to part?
New. Even part of those, my good and gracious lord,
That promised your highness to depart.
King. Why, then, I see they stand not to their words,
And sure they should not break it so with me,
That have so carefully remembered them:
This is a part of great ingratitude.
Mayor. And it like your majesty, the Essex men
With far more better minds have parted company,
And every man beta'en him to his home.
The chiefest of these rebels be of Kent,
Of base degree and worse conditions all,
And vowed, as I am given to understand,
To nothing but to havoc and to spoil.