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Dick. Nay, 'tis too true, therefore he fhall be King. Weav. Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to teftify it; therefore deny it not.

Staf. And will you credit this base drudge's words, That speaks he knows not what?

All. Ay, marry, will we; therefore get you gone.

Y. Staf. Jack Cade, the Duke of York hath taught you this.

Cade. He lies, for I invented it myself. Go to, firrah, tell the King from me, that for his father's fake Henry the fifth (in whofe time boys went to fpancounter for French crowns) I am content he shall reign; but I'll be Protector over him.

Dick. And furthermore, we'll have the Lord Say's head, for felling the dukedom of Maine.

Cade. And good reafon; for thereby is England maim'd, and fain to go with a ftaff, but that my puiffance holds it up. Fellow-Kings, I tell you, that that Lord Say hath gelded the common-wealth, and made it an eunuch; and more than that, he can speak French, and therefore he is a traitor.

Staf. O grofs and miferable ignorance!

Cade. Nay, anfwer if you can: the Frenchmen are our enemies: go to then; I ask but this; can he, that fpeaks with the tongue of the enemy, be a good counfel or or no?

All. No, no, and therefore we'll have his head.

Y. Staf. Well, feeing gentle words will not prevail, Affail them with the army of the King.

Staf. Herald, away, and throughout every town
Proclaim them traitors that are up with Cade;
That those which fly before the battle ends,
May (even in their wives and childrens fight)
Be hang'd up for example at their doors;
And you, that be the King's friends, follow me.

[Exeunt the trvo Staffords with their Train. Cade. And you, that love the Commons, follow me. Now fhew yourselves men, 'tis for liberty.

We will not leave one Lord, one gentleman;

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Spare none, but fuch as go in clouted fhoone,
For they are thrifty honelt men, and such
As would (but that they dare not) take our parts.
Dick. They are all in order, and march toward us.
Cade. But then are we in order, when we are moft
out of order. Come, march forward.

[Exeunt Cade and his party. [Alarum to fight, wherein both the Staffords are flain.

Re-enter Cade and the reft.

Cade. Where's Dick, the butcher of Afford?
Dick. Here, Sir.

Cade. They fell before thee like fheep and oxen, and thou behaved'ft thyfelf as if thou hadft been in thine own flaughter-houfe; therefore thus I will reward thee: the Lent fhall be as long again as it is, and thou fhalt have a license to kill for a hundred lacking one.

Dick. I defire no more.

Cade. And to speak truth, thou deferv't no less. This monument of the victory will I bear, and the bodies fhall be dragg'd at my horfe's heels, till I do come to London, where we will have the Mayor's fword borne before us.

Dick. If we mean to thrive and do good, break open the gaols, and let out the prifoners.

Cade. Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let's march towards London.

[Exeunt.

SCENE changes to Black-Heath.

Enter King Henry with a fupplication, and Queen Margaret with Suffolk's head, the Duke of Buckingham, and the Lord Say.

Q. Mar.

FT have I heard, that grief foftens the mind, And makes it fearful, and degenerate; Think therefore on revenge, and ceafe to weep. But who can ceafe to weep, and look on this? Here may his head lie on my throbbing breaft: But where's the body, that I should embrace?

-Buck.

Buck. What answer makes your Grace to the rebels application?

K. Henry. I'll fend fome holy Bishop to intreat;
For God forbid, fo many fimple fouls

Should perish by the fword. And I myself,
Rather than bloody war fhould cut them short,
Will parly with Jack Cade their General.
But ftay, I'll read it over once again.

Q. Mar. Ah, barbarous villains! hath this lovely face
Rul'd like a wand'ring planet over me,
And could it not enforce them to relent,
That were unworthy to behold the fame?

[head.

K. Henry. Lord Say, Jack Cade hath fworn to have thy
Say. Ay, but I hope your Highness fhall have his.
K. Henry. How now, Madam?

Lamenting ftill, and mourning Suffolk's death?
I fear me, love, if that I had been dead,

Thou wouldeft not have mourn'd fo much for me.

Q. Mar. My love, I should not mourn, but die for thee. Enter a Meffenger.

K. Henry. How now? what news? why com'ft thou in fuch hafte ?

Me. The rebels are in Southwark; fly, my Lord:
Jack Cade proclaims himself Lord Mortimer,
Defcended from the Duke of Clarence' house,
And calls your Grace ufurper openly,
And vows to crown himself in Westminster.
His army is a ragged multitude

Of hinds and pealants, rude and merciless :
Sir Humphry Stafford and his brother's death
Hath given them heart, and courage to proceed
All fcholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen,
They call falfe caterpillars, and intend their death.
K. Henry. O graceless men! they know not what they do
Buck. My gracious Lord, retire to Killingworth,
Until a power be rais'd to put them down.

Q. Mar. Ah, were the Duke of Suffolk now alive,
Thele Kentish rebels fhould be foon appeas'd.
K. Henry, Lord Say, the traitors hate thee,

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Therefore away with us to Killingworth.

Say. So might your Grace's perfon be in danger: The fight of me is odious in their eyes;

And therefore in this city will I ftay,

And live alone as fecret as I may.

Enter another Messenger.

2 Mef. Jack Cade hath gotten London Bridge, The citizens fly him, and forsake their houses: The rafcal people, thirfting after prey,

Join with the traitor; and they jointly swear
To fpoil the city and your royal court.

Buck. Then linger not, my Lord; away, take horse.
K. Henry. Come, Margret, God our hope will fuccour us.
Q. Mar. My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceas'd.
K. Henry. Farewel, my Lord; truft not to Kentish rebels.
Buck. Truft no body, for fear you be betray'd.
Say. The truft I have is in mine innocence,
And therefore am I bold and refolute.

SCENE, changes to London.

[Exeunt.

Enter Lord Scales upon the Tower walking. Then enter two or three Citizens below.

"OW now? is Jack Cade flain?

Scales. HOW

1 Cit. No, my Lord, nor like to be flain : for they have won the bridge, killing all thofe 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. The rebels have aflay'd to win the Tower. But get you into Smithfield, gather head, And thither will I fend you Matthew Goff. Fight for your King, your country and your lives, And fo farewel, for I must hence again.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE changes to Cannon-Street.

Enter Jack Cade and the reft, and strikes his staff on

Cade.

NOW

London-Stone.

TOW is Mortimer Lord of this city, and here fitting upon London-Stone, I charge and command that of the city's coft the piffing conduit run nothing but claret wine the first year of our reign. And now hence-forward it fhall be treafon for any that calls me other than Lord Mortimer.

Enter a Soldier running.

[They kill him.

Sol. Jack Cade, Jack Cade! Cade. Knock him down there. Wear. If this fellow be wife, he'll never call you Jack Cade more; I think, he hath a very 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 fet London-Bridge on fire, and if you can, burn down the Tower too. Come, let's away. [Exeunt omnes.

SCENE changes to Smithfield.

Alarum. Matthew Goff is flain, and all the reft. Then enter Jack Cade with his company.

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O, Sirs Now go fome and pull down the
Savoy others to the inns of courts, down with

Dick. I have a fuit unto your Lordship.

Cade. Be it a Lordship, thou fhalt have it for that word.

Dick. Only that the laws of England may come out of your mouth.

John. Mafs, 'twill be fore law then, for he was thrust in the mouth with a fpear, and 'tis not whole yet. Smith. Nay, John, it will be ftinking law, for his breath ftinks with eating toafted cheese.

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