^{note note note}To persist in it, is present death. but if you yeeld yourselues, no doubt, what punish ment you (in ^note simplicitie haue incurred, his highnesse ^note in mercie will ^note moste graciously pardon.

All.
we yeeld, and desire his highnesse mercie. &fslash;they lay by their weapons

Moore.
No doubt his maiestie will graunt it you
But you must yeeld to goe to seuerall prisons,
till that his highnesse will be further knowne.

All.
Moste willingly, whether you will haue vs.

Shrew.
Lord Maior, let them be sent to seuerall prisons,
and there in any case, be well intreated.
My Lord of Surrie, please you to take ^note horsse,
and ride to Cheape side, where the Aldermen,
are with their seuerall companies in Armes.
will them to goe vnto their seuerall wardes,
bothe for the stay of further mutinie,
and for the apprehending of such persons:
as shall contend.

Sur.
I goe my noble Lord. ex. Sur.

Shrew.
weele straite goe tell his highnesse these good newes.
withall (Shreeue Moore) Ile tell him, how your breath:
hath ransomde many a subiect from sad death. —ex. Shrew. & Cholm

L. Maior.
Lincolne and Sherwine, you shall bothe to Newgate,
the rest vnto the Counters.

Pal.
Goe, guarde them hence, a little breath well spent,
cheates expectation in his fairst euent.

Doll.

well Sheriffe Moore, thou hast doone more with thy good woordes, then all they could with their weapons: giue me ^note thy hand, keepe thy promise now for the Kings pardon, or by the Lord Ile call thee a plaine Conie catcher.

Lin.
ffarewell Shreeue Moore, and as we yeeld by thee

^note

L. Maior.
Maister Shreeue Moore, you haue preseru'de the Cittie,
from a moste daungerous fierce c&obar;motion.
ffor if this limbe of riot heere in S^t Martins,
had ioynd ^note with other braunches of the cittie,
that did begin to kindle, twould haue bred,
great rage, that rage, much murder would haue fed.

[Pal.]
^notenot Steele but eloquence hath wrought this good.

[Sh.] ^note
you haue redeemde vs from much threatned ^note blood.

Moore.
My Lord, and bretheren, what I heere haue spoke,
my countries looue, and next, the Citties care:
enioynde me to, which since it thus preuailes,
thinke, God hath made weake Moore his instrument,
to thwart seditions ^note violent intent.
I thinke twere best my Lord, some two houres hence,
we meete at the Guilde hall, and there determine,
that thorow euery warde, the watche be clad
in Armour, but especially prouide
that at the Cittie gates, selected men,
substantiall Cittizens doo warde to night,
for feare of further mischeife ^note.

L. Maior.
^noteIt shall be so. Ent. Shrew.
but yond me thinks my Lord of Shrewesburie.

Shrew.
My Lord, his maiestie sends loouing thankes,
to you, your bretheren, and his faithfull subiects
your carefull Cittizens. But M^r. Moore, to you,

a rougher, yet as kinde a salutation,
your name is yet too short, nay, you must kneele,
a Knights creation is thys Knightly steele.
Rise vp S^r. Thomas Moore.

Moore.
I thanke his highnesse for thus honoring me.

Shrew.
This is but first taste of his princely fauour,
for it hath pleased his high maiestie,
(noating your wisedome and deseruing meritt,)
to put this staffe of honor in your hand,
for he hath chose you of his priuie Councell.

Moore.
My Lord, for to denye my Soueraignes bountie,
were ^note to drop precious stones into the heapes
whence first they came, [from whence they'd nere returne,]
to vrdge my imperfections in excuse,
were all as stale as custome. No my Lord,
my seruice is my Kings, good reason why:
^notesince life or death hangs on our Soueraignes eye.

L. Maior.
His maiestie hath honord much the cittie
in this his princely choise.

Moore.
My Lord and bretheren,
^notethough I departe for
my looue shall rest
^note

I now must sleepe in courte, sounde sleepes forbeare, Fol. 10^b
the Chamberlain ^note to state is publique care.
yet in this rising of my priuate blood: Enter Crofts
^notemy studious thoughts shall tend the citties good. &fslash; Ent. Croftes

Shrew.
How now Croftes? what newes?

Croftes.
My Lord, his highnesse sends expresse commaunde,
that a record be entred of this riott,

And that the cheefe and capitall offendours
be theron straite arraignde, for him selfe intends
to sit in person on the rest to morrowe
at westminster.

Shrew.
Lord Maior, you heare your charge.
Come good Sir Thomas Moore, to Court let's hye
you are th'appeaser of this mutinie.

Moore.
My Lord farewell, new dayes begets new tides
Life whirles bout fate, then to a graue it slydes. —exeunt seuerally.

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