SCENE III.[2244

_Enter the_ KING _and his_ Train _over the stage_.

_King._ Is our lord mayor of London such a gallant?

_Nobleman._ One of the merriest madcaps in your land. Your grace will think, when you behold the man, He’s rather a wild ruffian than a mayor. Yet thus much I’ll ensure your majesty, 5 In all his actions that concern his state He is as serious, provident, and wise, As full of gravity amongst the grave, As any mayor hath been these many years.

_King._ I am with child[2245] till I behold this huff-cap.[2246] 10 But all my doubt is, when we come in presence, His madness will be dasht clean out of countenance.

_Nobleman._ It may be so, my liege.

_King._ Which to prevent, Let some one give him notice, ’t is our pleasure That he put on his wonted merriment. 15 Set forward!

_All._ On afore! _Exeunt._