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We will not leave one Lord, one Gentleman,
Spare none, but such as go in clouted shoone,
For they are thrifty honeft men, and such
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 bis party. [ Alarm to fight, wherein both the Staffords are

fain.

Re-enter Cade and the rest.
Cade. Where's Dick, the butcher of Afhford ?
Dick. Here, Sir.

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.

[Exeunt.

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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

mind,
And makes it fearful and degenerate ;
Think therefore on revenge, and cease 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 should embrace?

Buck. What answer makes your Grace to the rebels' supplication ?

K. Henry. I'll send some holy bishop to intreat ;
For God forbid so many simple souls
Should perish by the sword. And I myself,
Rather than bloody war should cut them short,
Will parly with Jack Cade their General.
But stay, I'll read it over once again.

Q. Mar. Ah, barbarous villains! hath this lovely face
* Ruld 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 sworn to have

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

thee.

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Enter

Enter a Messenger.
K. Henry. How now? what news? why com'lt thou

in such halte ?
Mes. The rebels are in Southwark; fly, my Lord.
Jack Cade proclaims himself Lord Mortimer,
Descended from the Duke of Clarence' house,
And calls your Grace usurper 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 false caterpillars, and intend their death.

K. Henry. O graceless men ! they know not what

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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,
These Kentish rebels should be soon appeas'd.

K. Henry. Lord Say, the traitors hate thee,
Therefore away with us to Killing worth.

Say. So might your Grace's person be in danger.
The right of me is odious in their eyes ;
And therefore in this city will I stay,
And live alone as fecret as I may.

Enter another Messenger.
2. Mes. Jack Cade hath gotten London bridge,
The citizens Ay him, and forsake their houses,
The rascal people, thirsting after prey,
Join with the traitor; and they jointly swear
To spoil the city and your royal court.

Buck. Then linger not, my Lord; away, take horse.

K. Henry. Come, Marg'ret. God our hope will succour us.

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Q. Mar.

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.

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Enter Lord Scales upon the Tower walking, Tben enter

two or three citizens below.

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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

London-Stone.

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

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!
Cade. Knock him down there. [They kill bim.

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.

[Exeunt omnes.

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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,

John.

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