d hope to see better times shortly,
the noble _Scotch_ General is come, Boys.

Enter _Captain_ of the Prentices, and a great Gang with him, arm'd
with Swords, Staffs, &c.

_Capt._ Come, my Lads, since you have made me Captain, I'll lead you
bravely on; I'll die in the Cause, or bring you off with Victory.

_1 Pren._ Here's a Club shall do some Execution: I'll beat out
_Hewson's_ t'other Eye; I scorn to take him on the blind side.

_Capt._ In the first Place, we must all sign a Petition to my Lord
Mayor.--

_2 Pren._ Petitions! we'll have no Petition, Captain; we are for
Club-Law, Captain.

_Capt._ Obey, or I leave you.

_All._ Obey, Obey.

_Capt._ Look ye, we'll petition for an honest Free Parliament I say.

_1 Pren._ No Parliament, no Parliament, we have had too much of that
Mischief already, Captain.

_All._ No Parliament, no Parliament.

_Capt._ Farewel, Gentlemen, I thought I might have been heard.

_Free._ Death, Sirs, you shall hear the Captain out.

_All._ We obey, we obey.

_Capt._ I say an honest Free Parliament, not one pick'd and chosen by
Faction; but such an one as shall do our Bus'ness, Lads, and bring in
the _Great Heroick_.

_All._ Ay, ay, the Great Heroick, the Great Heroick.

_Lov._ A fine Youth, and shou'd be encourag'd.

_Capt._ Good-- in the next Place, the noble _Scotch_ General is come,
and we'll side with him.

_Free._ Ay, ay, all side with him.

_1 Pren._ Your Reason, Captain, for we have acted too much without
Reason already.

_2 Pren._ Are we sure of him, Captain?

_Capt._ Oh, he'll doubtless declare for the King, Boys.

_All._ Hay, _Viva le Roy, viva le Monk!_

_Capt._ Next, I hear there's a Proclamation coming out to dissolve the
Committee of no Safety.

_All._ Good, good.

_Capt._ And I hope you are all brave enough to stand to your Loyal
Principles with your Lives and Fortunes.

_All._ We'll die for the Royal Interest.

_Capt._ In the next Place, there's another Proclamation come out.

_2 Pren._ This Captain is a Man of rare Intelligence; but for what,
Captain?

_Capt._ Why-- to-- hang us all, if we do not immediately depart to our
respective Vocations: How like you that, my Lads?

_2 Pren._ Hum-- hang'd! I'll e'en home again.

_1 Pren._ And I too, I do not like this hanging.

_2 Pren._ A Man looks but scurvily with his Neck awry.

_3 Pren._ Ay, ay, we'll home.

_Capt._ Why, now you shew what precious Men you are-- the King wou'd be
fi