Maior. Naught rests for me, in this tumultuous strife, But to make open Proclamation. Come Officer, as lowd as e're thou canst, cry: All manner of men, assembled here in Armes this day, against Gods Peace and the Kings, wee charge and command you, in his Highnesse Name, to repayre to your seuerall dwelling places, and not to weare, handle, or vse any Sword, Weapon, or Dagger hence-forward, vpon paine of death
Glost. Cardinall, Ile be no breaker of the Law:
But we shall meet, and breake our minds at large
Winch. Gloster, wee'le meet to thy cost, be sure:
Thy heart-blood I will haue for this dayes worke
Maior. Ile call for Clubs, if you will not away:
This Cardinall's more haughtie then the Deuill
Glost. Maior farewell: thou doo'st but what thou
may'st
Winch. Abhominable Gloster, guard thy Head,
For I intend to haue it ere long.
Exeunt.
Maior. See the Coast clear'd, and then we will depart.
Good God, these Nobles should such stomacks beare,
I my selfe fight not once in fortie yeere.
Exeunt.
Enter the Master Gunner of Orleance, and his Boy.