King. Lord Mayor, if it be so, I wot
It is a dangerous and unnatural resolution.
I pray thee, Newton, go and speak with them;
Ask them what more it is that they require.
[Newton goes to the rebels.
New. My masters, you that be the chiefest of the rout,
The king entreats you kindly here by me
To come and speak with him a word or two.
J. S. Sirrah, if the king would anything with us,
Tell him the way is indifferent[451] to meet us.
New. You are too many to be talked withal;
Besides you owe a duty to your prince.
J. S. Sirrah, give me the sword thou wearest there;
Becomes it thee to be armed in my presence?
New. Sir, I wear my weapon for mine own defence,
And by your leave will wear it yet a while.
J. S. What, wilt thou, villain? give it me, I say.
King. Newton, give it him, if that be all the matter;