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_ Enter _ EARL PERCY _ and _ Attendants . _ Percy _ . -- Good morrow , my Scotch cousins ! My gracious sovereign , your right lawful master , Hath , in his mercy , left you these conditions -- Now to throw wide your gates , and , if ye choose , Go walk into the Tweed , and drown your treason ; Or run , like scapegoats , to the wilderness , Bearing your sins , and half a week 's provision ; Or , should these terms not meet your approbation , Ere midnight we shall send some _ fleeter messengers _ . So now , old Governor , my master 's answer ? _ Provost Ramsay _ . -- The mischief 's in your impudence !