We will not leave one Lord, one Gentleman, [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? 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. * 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. SCENE G 3 Enter King Henry with a fupplication, and Queen Margaret with Suffolk's head, the Duke of Buckingham, and the Lord Say. Q. Mar. O FT have I heard, that grief foftens the mind, And makes it fearful and degenerate; Think therefore on revenge, and ceafe to weep. Buck. What anfwer makes your Grace to the rebels' fupplication? K. Henry. I'll fend fome holy bishop to intreat; Should perish by the fword. And I myself, 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, K. Henry. Lord Say, Jack Cade hath fworn to have Say. Ay, but I hope, your highness shall have his. 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. net Rul'd like a wandring pla-] Predominated irrefiftibly over my paffions, as the 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. Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless; Buck. My gracious Lord, retire to Killingworth, 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, Buck. Then linger not, my Lord; away, take horse. cour us. Q. Mar. [Afide.] 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, SCENE [Exeunt. 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? 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; Fight for your King, your country and your lives, SCENE changes to Cannon-Street. [Exeunt, Enter Jack Cade and the reft, and ftrikes his staff on Cade. N% 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, And 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! [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 S%% 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. |