Enter Michael. Mich. Where is our General? Cade. Here I am, thou particular Fellow. Mich. Fly, fly, fly, Sir Humphry Stafford and his Brother are hard by with the King's Forces. Cade. Stand Villain, ftand, or I'll fell thee down; he shall be encountered with a Man as good as himself. He is but a Knight, is a? Mich. No. Cade. To equal him I will make my felf a Knight prefently; rife up, Sir John Mortimer. Now have at him. Enier Sir Humphry Stafford, and young Stafford, with Staf. Rebellious Hinds, the filth and fcum of Kent, Y.Staf. But angry, wrathful, and inclin'd to Blood, If you go forward; therefore yield or die. Cade. As for thefe filken-coated Slaves I pafs not, It is to you good People, that I fpeak, Over whom (in time to come) I hope to reign: Staf. Villain, thy Father was a Plaisterer, And thou thy felf a Shearman, art thou not? T. Staf. And what of that? Cade. Marry, this Edmond Mortimer Earl of March, married the Duke of Clarence's Daughter, did he not? Staf. Ay, Sir. Cade. By her he had two Children at one birth. T. Staf. That's falfe. Cade. Ay, there's the Queftion; but I fay, 'tis true: The elder of them being put to Nurse, Was by a Beggar-woman ftoln away, And ignorant of his Birth and Parentage. Became a Bricklayer, when he came to age. His Son am I, deny it if you can. Dick. Nay, 'tis too true, therefore he shall be King. Wear. Weav. Sir, he made a Chimney in my Father's Houfe, 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 fpeaks he knows not what? All. Ay marry will we, therefore get you gone. T. Staf. Jack Cade, the Duke of York bath taught you this. Cade. He lies, for I invented it my felf. Go too, Sirrah, tell the King from me, That for his Father's fake, Henry the Fifth (in whofe time Boys went to Span-counter for French Crowns) I am content he fhall Reign, but I'll be Protector over him. Dick. And furthermore, we'll have the Lord Say's Head, for felling the Dukedom of Main. Cade. And good reafon; for thereby is England maim'd, and fain to go with a Staff, but that my Puiffance holds it up: Fellow-Kings, I tell you, that Lord Say hath gelded the Commonwealth, and made it an Eunuch; and more than that, he can fpeak 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 too then: I ask but this, Can he that fpeaks with the Tongue of the Enemy be a good Councellor, or no? All. No, no, and therefore we'll have his Head. T. Staf. Well, feeing gentle Words will not prevail, Affail them with the Army of the King. [Exit. Staf. Herald away, and throughout every Town, Cade. Cade. But then are we in order, when we are most out of order. Come, march forward. Alarum to fight, wherein both the Staffords are flain. Cade. Where's Dick, the Butcher of Ashford? Cade. They fell before thee like Sheep and Oxen, and thou behaved'ft thy felf, as if thou hadst been in thine own Slaughter-houfe: Therefore thus I will reward thee, the Lent fhall be as long again 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 dragg'd at my Horfe's heels, 'till I do come to London, where we will have the Mayor's Sword born before us. Dick If we mean to thrive and do good, break open the Goals, and let out the Prisoners. Cade. Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let's march towards London. [Exeunt. Enter King Henry with a Supplication, and Queen Margaret with Suffolk's Head, the Duke of Buckingham, and the Lord Say. Q. Mar. Oft 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 Supplication? K. Henry. I'll fend fome Holy Bifhop to intreat; For God forbid fo many fimple Souls Should perish by the Sword. And I my felf, Rather than bloody War fhould cut them fhort, Will parly with Jack Cade their General. But flay, 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 That were unworthy to behold the fame? K. Henry. Lord Say, Jack Cade hath (worn to have thy Head. Still lamenting and mourning for Suffolk's death? Thou would'ft not half have mourn'd fo much for me. Enter a Messenger. [fuch hafte? Of Hinds and Peasants, rude and merciless: Q. Mar. Ah! were the Duke of Suffolk now alive, And live alone as fecret as I may. Enter another Messenger. 2 Mef. Jack Cade hath gotten London-bridge, Buck. Buck. Then linger not, my Lord; away, take Horse. K. Henry. Come, Margaret, 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. Enter Lord Scales upon the Tower walking. two or three Citizens below. Scales. How now? Is Jack Cade flain? 1 Cit. No, my Lord, nor like to be flain: For they have won the Bridge, Killing all thofe that withstand them : [Exeunt. Then enter The Lord Mayor craves aid of your Honour from the Tower Scales. Such Aid as I can fpare you fhall command, But get you into Smithfield, and gather Head, And thither will I fend you Matthew Goff. Fight for your King, your Country, and your Lives, [Exeunt. Enter Jack Cade and the reft, and ftrikes his Staff on London Stone. Cade. Now is Mortimer Lord of this City, I charge and command, that of the City's coft And now henceforward it fhall be Treafon for any Enter a Soldier running. Sol. Jack Cade, Jack Cade. Cade. Knock him down there. [They kill him. Weav. 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 firft, go and fet London-bridge on Fire, And |