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We will not leave one Lord, one Gentleman,
Spare none, but fuch as go in clouted fhoone,
For they are thrifty honeft men, and fuch
As would, but that they dare not, take our parts.
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 his party. [Alarm 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'st thyself as if thou hadit been in thinë own flaughter-houfe; 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 defire no more.

Cade. And to fpeak truth, thou deferv'ft no lefs. This monument of the victory will I bear, and the bodies fhall be dragged at my horfe's heels till I do come to London, where we will have the mayor's fword borne before us.

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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.

6 lent fhall be as long as it is,] Methinks it might be read more humourously, Lent shall be as long again as it is,

[Exeunt.

If we mean to thrive and do good, &c.] I think it should be read thus, If we mean to thrive, do good; break open the gaols, &c.

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

Q. Mar.

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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 cease to weep and look on this?
Here may his head lie on my throbbing breast;
But where's the body that I fhould embrace?

Buck. What anfwer makes your Grace to the rebels' fupplication?

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 wandring planet over me,

And could it not inforce them to relent,
That were unworthy to behold the fame?

K. Henry. Lord Say, Jack Cade hath fworn to have
thy head,

Say. Ay, but I hope, your highness shall 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. Mar. My love, I fhould not mourn, but die for thee.

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planets over the lives of those that are born under their influ

ence.

Enter

Enter a Messenger.

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

Mef. 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 peasants, rude and merciless;
Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother's death
Hath given them heart and courage to proceed;
All scholars, 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, Thefe Kentish rebels fhould be foon appeas'd.

K. Henry. Lord Say, the traitors hate thee, 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 fwear
To spoil the city and your royal court.

Buck. Then linger not, my Lord; away, take horse.
K. Henry. Come, Margret. God our hope will fuc-

cour us.

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Q. Mar. [Afide.] My hope is gone now Suffolk is deceas'd.

K. Henry. Farewel, my Lord, truft not to Kentish

rebels.

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-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

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V.

Changes to London.

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

Scales.TOW now? is Jack Cade flain?

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1 Cit. No, my Lord, nor like to be flain, 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 fpare, you fhall command;
But I am troubled here with them myself.
The rebels have affay'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 muft hence again.

SCENE changes to Cannon-Street.

[Exeunt,

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

Cade.

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London-Stone.

W 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,

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And now hence-forward it fhall be treason for any that calls me other than Lord Mortimer.

Enter a foldier running.

Sol. Jack Cade, Jack Cade!
Cade. Knock him down there.

[They kill him.

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,

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

Cade,

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

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with them all.

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.

Jobn. 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 stinks with eating toafted cheese.

Cade. I have thought upon it, it shall be fo. Away, burn all the records of the realm; my mouth shall be the parliament of England,

Jobn.

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