SCENE II.--_The Same.

_Enter_ MUSGROVE _with_ KING JAMES _prisoner_; JANE-A-BARLEY _on the walls._

_Mus._ Now, King James, thou art my prisoner.

_K. James._ Not thine, but fortune's prisoner.

_Enter_ CUDDY.

_Cud._ Father, the field is ours: their colours we have seiz'd, And Humes is slain; I slew him hand to hand.

_Mus._ God and Saint George!

_Cud._ O father, I am sore athirst!

_Jane._ Come in, young Cuddy, come and drink thy fill: Bring in King Jamy with you as a guest; For all this broil was 'cause he could not enter. [_Exit above.--Exeunt below, the others._