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We will not leave one Lord, one Gentleman,
Dick. They are all in order, and march towards us.
Cade. But then are we in order, when we are most out of order. Come, march forward.
[Exeunt Cade and bis party. [ Alarm to fight, wherein both the Staffords are
Re-enter Cade and the rest.
Cade. They fell before thee like sheep and oxen, and thou behaved'st thyself as if thou hadit been in thine own Naughter-house; therefore thus I will reward thee, The lent shall be as long as it is, and thou shalt have a license to kill for a hundred lacking one.
Dick. I desire no more.
Cade. And to speak truth, thou deserv'st no less. This monument of the victory will I bear, and the bodies shall be dragged at my horse's heels till I do come to London, where we will have the mayor's sword borne before us.
Dick. * If we mean to thrive and do good, break open the gaols, and let out the prisoners.
Cade. Fear not that, I warrant hee. Come, let's march towards London.
6 lent Mall be as long as it is,] * If we mean to thrive and Methinks it might be read more do good, &c.] I think it should humouroully, Lent shall be as long be read thus, If we meanto thrive, again as it is,
do good; break open the gaols, &c.
Q. Mar. O mind,
Changes to Black-Heath. Enter King Henry with a supplication, and Queen Mar
garet with Suffolk's head, the Duke of Buckingham, and the Lord Say.
FT have I heard, that grief softens the
Buck. What answer makes your Grace to the rebels' supplication ?
K. Henry. I'll send some holy bishop to intreat ;
Q. Mar. Ah, barbarous villains! hath this lovely face
thy head, Say. Ay, but I hope, your highness shall have his.
K. Henry. How now Madam? Lamenting still, and mourning Suffolk's death? I fear me, love, if that I had been dead, Thou wouldest not have mourn'd so much for me. Q. Mar. My love, I should not mourn, but die for
* Ruld like a wandring pla- planets over the lives of those
-] Predominated ir that are born under their influresistibly over my passions, as the ence.
Enter a Messenger.
in such halte ?
K. Henry. O graceless men ! they know not what
Buck. My gracious Lord, retire to Killingworth,
Q. Mar. Ah! were the Duke of Suffolk now alive,
K. Henry. Lord Say, the traitors hate thee,
Say. So might your Grace's person be in danger.
Enter another Messenger.
Buck. Then linger not, my Lord; away, take horse.
K. Henry. Come, Marg'ret. God our hope will succour us.
Q. Mar. [Aside.] My hope is gone now Suffolk is
deceas'd. K. Henry. Farewel, my Lord, trust not to Kentilla rebels. Buck. Trust no body, for fear you
be betray'd. Say. The trust I have is in mine innocence, And therefore am I bold and resolute. [Exeunt.
Enter Lord Scales upon the Tower walking, Tben enter
two or three citizens below.
Scales. LOW now? is Jack Cade Nain !
i Cit. No, my Lord,- nor like to be Nain, for they have won the bridge, killing all those that withstand them ; the Lord Mayor craves aid of your honour from the Tower to defend the city from the rebels.
Scales. Such aid, as I can spare, you shall command; But I am troubled here with them myself. 1 he rebels have assay'd to win the Tower. But get you into Smithfield, gather head, And thither will I send you Matthew Goff. Fight for your King, your country and your lives, And so farewel, for I must hence again, [ Exeunt,
SCENE changes to Cannon-Street. Enter Jack Cade and the rest, and strikes bis faff on
Cade. ow is Mortimer Lord of this city, and
here sitting upon London-Stone. I charge and command that of the city's cost the pilling conduit run nothing but claret wine the first year of our reign,
And now hence-forward it shall be treason for any that calls me other than Lord Mortimer.
Enter a soldier running.
Sol. Jack Cade, Jack Cade!
Weav. If this fellow be wise, he'll never call you Jack Cade more; I think, he hath a yery fair warning.
Dick. My Lord, there's an army gathered together in Smithfield.
Cade. Come then, let's go fight with them. But first go and set London-bridge on fire, and if you can, burn down the Tower too. Come, let's away.
SCENE changes to Smithfield. Alarm. Matthew Goff is Nain, and all the rest. Then
enter Jack Cade with his company, Cade, o, Sirs. Now go some and pull down the
Savoy; others to the inns of courts ; down with them all. Dick. I have a fuit unto your Lordfhip.
Cade. Be it a Lordship, thou shalt have it for that word.
Dick. Only that the laws of England may come out of your mouth.
Jobn. Mass, 'twill be fore law then, for he was thrust in the mouth with a spear, and 'cis not whole yet,
Smitb. Nay, John, it will be stinking law, for his breath stinks with eating toasted cheese.
Cade. I have thought upon it, it shall be so. Away, burn all the records of the realm ; my mouth shall be the parliament of England,