Learn thou, and all posterity after thee,
What 'tis, a servile slave to brave a king!
Pardon, my gracious lord; for this my act
Is service done to God and to yourself.
King. Lord Mayor, for thy valiant act in this,
And noble courage in the king's behalf,
Thou shalt perceive us not to be ungrateful.
All the Rebels. Our captain is slain, our captain is slain!
King. Fear you not, people, for I am your king,
And I will be your captain and your friend.
New. Pleaseth your grace for to withdraw yourself;
These rebels then will soon be put to foil.
[Exeunt all but the Mayor and two Sergeants.
Mayor. Soldiers, take heart to you, and follow me;
It is our God that gives the victory.
Drag this accursed villain through the streets,
To strike a terror to the rebels' hearts.
London will give you power and arms,
And God will strengthen you, and daunt your foes:
Fill Smithfield full of noise and joyful cries,
And say aloud, God save our noble prince!
[Exeunt.
FINIS ACTUS TERTIUS.