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No. 11 - Finale - Act I - "Where is the traitor?"
| Ladies: | Where is the traitor who threaten'd Her Majesty? Off with the caitiff and villain to gaol; Up on the nearest tree Let him suspended be, Give him the fate he deserves without fail! |
| Men: | Draw him and quarter him! Hang him and slaughter him! Wipe him away from the land of his birth. Miscreant! |
| Ladies: | Reprobate! |
| Men: | Murderer! |
| [Ladies: | Runagate! |
| All: | Recreant vagabond! Scum of the earth! |
| Men: | Miscreant! |
| Ladies: | Reprobate! |
| Men: | Murderer! |
| Ladies: | Runagate! |
| All: | Recreant vagabond! Scum of the earth! Where is the traitor who threaten'd Her Majesty? Off with the caitiff and villain to gaol; Up on the nearest tree Let him suspended be, Up on the nearest tree Let him suspended be, Give him the fate he deserves without fail! |
| Ladies: | Draw him and quarter him! |
| Men: | Hang him and slaughter him! |
| All: | Wipe him away from the land of his birth. |
| Ladies: | Miscreant! Reprobate! |
| Men: | Murderer! Runagate! |
| All: | Recreant vagabond! Scum of the earth! |
| Shelton: | Forbear! Forbear! Ye would not have him die Before the headsman's tools have made him cry — Long life and blessings on Her Majesty! Who'll guard the knave? |
| Martin: | I will! |
| Crook: | And I! |
| Dormer: | And I! |
| Shelton: | Tonight thy lodging with the watch shall be, Tomorrow in the Tower thou shalt see! |
| Men: | And now for home! |
| All: | And now for home! And now for home! |
| Ladies: | Shoulder to shoulder, merry lads of the town, |
| Men: | 'Prentice and journeyman of London renown; |
| Ladies: | Down with all rebel varlets! Down with them! Down! |
| Men: | Death to the traitors that dare defy the Crown! |
| [Principal Men: | Show a light, See the night Draws on fast, The sun is setting and the day is past. Hold him tight! 'Ware of fight! Bind him fast! Treason shall meet its just reward at last! |
| [All: | Then shoulder to shoulder, merry lads of the town, 'Prentice and journeyman of London renown; Down with all rebel varlets! Down with them! Down! Death to the traitors that dare defy the Crown! |
| Men: | Death to the traitors that dare defy the Crown! |
| All: | Death to the traitors that defy the Crown! |
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Page created 18 September 2016 .