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Here my Lord. They are my Lord. Why the Soldiers? I say again , is worthy Norfolk gone? I say again, that to Wyat thus, In with the thus at his tail, is worthy to be hanged Like a in the King domes , say I well my Lads? And wherefore is Wyat up? Philip is a Spaniard, and what is a Spani ard? Right, a Spaniard is a Camocho, a Calliman continued, nay which worse, a Dondego, and what is a Dondego? 'Tis the Lord Pembroke. What should we do following Wyat any longer. Would I could steal away from Wyat, it should be the first thing that I would do, Come my Lords, shall us march. Sir I mean quarter them, that the offended multi tude, may pass in safety. Not in any sort the Dukes pleasure will pasle free. Sir , this is a famous University, and those schol le, those lofty buildings and goodly houses, Founded by noble Patrons. But no more. Set a strong watch. That be your care. 'Tis good, 'tis good, my Lord. No, a Dondego is a desperate Viliago, a very Castilian, God bless us. There came but one Dundego into England, & he made all Pauls stink again, what shall a whole a my of Dondegoes doemy sweet Countrymen? Wear your oh Neates-leather S ooes? Scorn Spanish Leather, cry a fig for the Spaniard: (faide I) well bollies? Lance persado, quarter, quarter, Fear not, good speech, those rude arms I bear, Is't n to to fight, Sweet, gentle Peace away, But to succour your lives, pass peaceibly away. Thus old and young still descant on her name, Nor lend no ear, when we horstile proclaim. I fear, I fear. Fear Bret, what shouldst thou fear? Thou hast a breast composed of adamant. Fa l what ill betide, my anchor is cast, and I in Harbour ride. Here my Lord. I am to led you, & whither? to fight: and with whom? with Wyat: and what is Wyat? a most fa mous and Archtraitor, to nobody by this hand that I know. Countrymen and friends, And you the most valiant sword and Buckler Men of London, the Duke of Norfolk in honour has promoted you to the Vanguard, and why to the Van guard? but because he knows you to men, mar tall men, men of good stomachs, hight , very actious for valour, such as scorns to shrink for a wetting, who will off any thing with head and shoulders. A Spaniard is Can worser so, because he's a Spaniard his ya worser is but a span. Right, for he caries not the English men yard bout him, if you deal with him look for sure: if you give and inch he'll take and ell: he give and ell, heel take and inch. Therefore my fine, spr , dapp , finical, , if you now, you have always been, counted politic Londiners, to y to the stronger side, leave Aru ll, leave Norfolk, and love Bret. Why then fiat, fiat, and every man die at his foot, that cries not Wyat, a Wya .