How in our voiding Lobby haft thou flood,
And duly waited for my coming forth?
This Hand of mine hath writ in thy behalf,
And therefore fhall it charm thy riotous Tongue.
Whit. Speak Captain, fhall I ftab the forlorn Swain?
Cap. Firft let my words ftab him, as he hath me.
Suf. Bafe Slave, thy words are blunt, and fo art thou.
Cap. Convey him hence, and on our Long-boat's fide,
Strike off his Head.

Suf. Thou dar'ft not for thy own.
Cap. Poole, Sir Poole? Lord?

Ay kennel-puddle--- fink, whofe filth and dirt
Troubles the Silver Spring, where England drinks:
Now will I dam up this thy yawning Mouth,
For fwallowing up the Treasure of the Realm.
Thy Lips that kifs'd the Queen, fhall fweep the Ground:
And thou that fmild'st at good Duke Humphry's Death,
Against the fenfeless Winds fhalt grin in vain,
Who in contempt fhall hifs at thee again.
And wedded be thou to the Hags of Hell,
For daring to affie a mighty Lord
Unto the Daughter of a worthless King,
Having nor Subje&, Wealth, nor Diadem:
By devilish policy art thou grown great,
And like ambitious Sylla over-gorg'd,
With gobbets of thy Mother's bleeding Heart.
By thee Anjou and Main were fold to France.
The falle revolting Normans, through thee,
Difdain to call us Lord, and Picardie

Hath flain their Governors, furpriz'd our Forts,
And fent the ragged Soldiers wounded home:
The Princely Warwick, and the Nevils all,
Whofe dreadful Swords were never drawn in vain,
As hating thee, are rifing up in Arms.

And now the Houfe of York thruft from the Crown,
By fhameful murther of a guiltless King,

And lofty proud incroaching Tyranny,

Burns with revenging Fire, whofe hopeful colours
Advance our half-fac'd Sun, ftriving to shine;
Under the which is writ, Invitis nubibus.

The Commons here in Kent are up in Arms,
And to conclude, Reproach and Beggary
Is crept into the Palace of our King,
And all by thee; away, convey him hence.

Suf. O that I were a God, to fhoot forth Thunder
Upon these paltry, fervile, abject drudges:

Small things make bafe Men proud. This Villain here,
Being Captain of a Pinnace, threatens more
Than Bargullus, the ftrong Illyrian Pirate.
Drones fuck not Eagles Blood, but rob Bee-hives.
It is impoffible that I fhould die

By fuch a lowly Vaffal as thy felf.

Thy words move Rage, and not Remorse in me:
I go of Meffage from the Queen to France:

I charge thee waft me fafely cross the Channel.

Cap. Water; W. come Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy death.

Suf. Gelidus timor occupat artus, it is thee I fear.

Whit. Thou shalt have caufe to fear before I leave thee. What, are ye daunted now? Now will you ftoop?

Gent. My gracious Lord intreat him; fpeak him fair.
Suf. Suffolk's Imperial Tongue is ftern and rough;
Us'd to command, untaught to plead for favour.
Far be it, we should honour fuch as thefe
With humble fuit; ne, rather let my Head
Stoop to the Block, than thefe Knees bow to any,
Save to the God of Heav'n, and to my King;
And fooner dance upon a bloody Pole,
Taan ftand uncover'd to the vulgar Groom.
True Nobility is exempt from fear:
More can I bear, than you dare execute.

Cap. Hale him away, and let him talk no more;
Come Soldiers, fhew what Cruelty ye can.
Suf. That this my Death may never be forgot.
Great Men oft die by vile Bezonians.

A Roman Sworder, and Bandetto Slave

Murder'd fweet Tully.
Stab'd Julius Cefar.
Pompey the Great; and

Brutus Baftard hand
Savage Iflanders
Suffolk dies by Pirats.
[Exit Walter Whitmore with Suffolk.

Cap.

Cap. And as for thefe, whofe Ranfom we have fet,
It is our pleasure one of them depart;
Therefore come you with us, and let him go.

[Ex. Captain and the reft. Manet the first Gent. Enter Whitmore with the Body. Whit. There let his Head and livelefs Body lye, Until the Queen his Miftrefs bury it.

[Exit Whitmore.

I Gent. O barbarous and bloody Spectacle! His Body will I bear unto the King:

If he revenge it not, yet will his Friends,

So will the Queen, that living held him dear.

Enter Bevis, and John Holland.

[Exit.

Bevis. Come and get thee a Sword, though made of a Lath; they have been up thefe two Days.

Hol. They have the more need to fleep now then.

Bevis. I tell thee, Jack Cade the Clothier means to dress the Commonwealth, and turn it, and fet a new Nap upon it.

Hol. So he had need, 'tis thread-bare. Well, I fay, it was never a merry World in England, fince Gentlemen came up.

Bevis. O miferable Age! Virtue is not regarded in Handycrafts Men.

Hol. The Nobility think scorn to go in Leather Aprons. Bevis. Nay more, the King's Council are no good Work

men.

Hol. True, and yet it is faid, Labour in thy Vocation; which is as much as to fay, let the Magiftrates be labouring Men; and therefore should we be Magiftrates.

Bevis. Thou haft hit it; for there's no better fign of a brave Mind, than a hard Hand.

Hol. I fee them, I fee them; there's Beft's Son, the Tanner of Wingham.

Bevis. He fhall have the Skins of our Enemies, to make Dog's Leather of.

Hol. And Dick the Butcher.

Bevis. Then is Sia ftruck down like an Ox, and Iniquities Throat cut like a Calf.

Hol. And Smith the Weaver.

Bevis. Argo, their thread of Life is fpun.

Hol. Come, come, let's fall in with them.

Drum. Enter Cade, Dick the Butcher, Smith the Weaver, and a Sawyer, with infinite Numbers,

Cade. We John Cade, fo term'd of our fuppofed Father-
Dick. Or rather of ftealing a Cade of Herrings.

Cade. For our Enemies fhall fall before us, infpired with the Spirit of putting down Kings and Princes; Command Silence.

Dick, Silence.

Cade. My Father was a Mortimer

Dick. He was an honeft Man, and a good Bricklayer.
Cade. My Mother a Plantagenet-

Dick. I knew her well, fhe was a Midwife.

Cade. My Wife defcended of the Lacies

Dick. She was indeed a Pedler's Daughter, and fold many Laces.

Weaver. But now of late, not able to travel with her furr'd Pack, the washes Bucks here at home.

Cade. Therefore am I of an honourable Houfe.

Dick. Ay by my Faith the Field is honourable, and there was he born, under a Hedge; for his Father had never a House but a Cage.

Cade. Valiant I am.

Weav. A muft needs, for Beggary is valiant.

Cade. I am able to endure much.

Dick No queftion of that; for I have feen him whipt three Market Days together.

Cade. I fear neither Sword nor Fire.

Wear. He need not fear the Sword, for his Coat is of proof.

Dick. But methinks he fhould ftand in fear of Fire, being burnt i'th' hand for ftealing of Sheep.

Cade. Be brave then, for your Captain is brave, and vows Reformation. There fhall be in England feven half penny Loaves fold for a penny; the three hoop'd Pot shall have ten Hoops, and I will make it Felony to drink (mall Beer. All the Realm fhall be in Common, and in Cheapfide shall

my

my Palfrey go to Grafs; and when I am King, as King I

will be

All. God fave your Majefty.

Cade. I thank you, good People. There fhall be no Mony, all shall eat and drink upon my Score, and I will apparel them all in one Livery, that they may agree like Brothers, and worship me their Lord.

Dick. The first thing we do, let's kill all the Lawyers.

Cade. Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable thing, that the Skin of an innocent Lamb fhould be made Parchment; that Parchment being fcribled o'er, fhould undo a Man. Some fay the Bee ftings, but I fay, 'tis Bees Wax; for I did but Seal once to a thing, and I was never my own Man fince. How now? Who's there?

Enter a Clerk.

Wear. The Clerk of Chattam; he can Write and Read, and caft Accompt.

Cade. O monftrous!

Wear. We took him fetting Boys Copies.

Cade. Here's a Villain.

Weav. H'as a Book in his Pocket with red Letters in't. Cade. Nay, then he is a Conjurer.

Dick. Nay, he can make Obligations, and write Court hand.

Cade. I am forry for't: The Man is a proper Man of mine Honour; unless I find him Guilty, he fhall not die. Come hither, Sirrah, I must examine thee: What is thy

Name?

Clerk. Emanuel.

Dick. They ufe to write it on the top of Letters: 'Twill go hard with you.

Cade. Let me alone: Doft thou ufe to write thy Name? Or haft thou a Mark to thy felf, like an honeft plain-dealing Man?

Clerk. Sir, I thank God, I have been so well brought up, that I can write my Name.

All. He hath confeft, away with him; he is a Villain and a Traitor.

Cade. Away with him, I fay: and Ink-horn about his Neck.

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Hang him with his Pen [Exit one with the Clerk.

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