A long cavalcade of eminent citizens had come as far as Berghen to meet him and to escort him into the city.

Brederode, attended by some of the noble confederates, rode at the head of the procession.

As they encountered the Prince, a discharge of pistol-shots was fired by way of salute, which was the signal for a deafening shout from the assembled multitude.

The crowd thronged about the Prince as he advanced, calling him their preserver, their father, their only hope.

Wild shouts of welcome rose upon every side, as he rode through the town, mingled with occasional vociferations of "long life to the beggars." These party cries were instantly and sharply rebuked by Orange, who expressed, in Brederode's presence, the determination that he would make men unlearn that mischievous watchword.