And, if you can, burn down the Tower too. .
Come, let's away. .

(Exeant omnes. Alarums. Matthew Goff is paix, and all the rest. Then

enter Jack Cade with his Company.
Cade. So, Sirs: Now go some and pull down the Savoy :
Others to the Inns of Court, down with them all.

Dick. I have a Suit unto your Lordship.
Cade. Be it a Lordship, thou shalt have it for that word.

Dick. Only that the Laws of Exgland may come out of your Mouth.

7ohn. Mass, 't will be sore Law then, for he was thrust in the Mouth with a Spear, and 'tis not whole yet.

Smith. Nay, John, it will be stinking Law, for his breath stinks with colted Cheese.

Cade. I have thought upon it, it shall be lo. Away, burn all the Records of the Realm, my Mouth shall be the ParJiament of England.

7ohn. Then we are like to have biting Statutes; Unless his Teeth be pullid our.

Cade. And hence-forward all things Thall be in Common.

: Enter a Messenger. Mej. My Lord, a prize, a prize, here's the Lord Say, which sold the Towns in France, he that made us pay one and ewenty fifteens and one Shilling to the Pound, the last Subsidy.

Enter George with the Lord Say. Cade. Well, he shall be beheaded for it ten times. Ah thou Say, thou Serge, nay, thou Buckram. Lord, now art thou within point-blank of Jurisdiction Regal. What canst thou answer to my Majesty for giving up of Normandy unto Monsieur Bafimecu, the Dauphin of France ? Be it krown unto thee by these Presents, even the presence of Lord Mortimer, that I am the Belom that must sweep the Court clean of such filth as thou art: Thou hast most traiterously corrupted the Youth of the Realm in ereding a GrammarSchool; and whereas before, our Fore-fathers had no other Books but the Score and the Tally, thou haft caused Printing to be us'd, and contrary to the King, his Crown and Dignity, thou hast built a Paper-Mill. It will be provid to

thy

int-blank majelty for pikin of France of Lord

canst thou an ceur Balimecu, the Din the presence of

thy Face, that thou hast Men about thee, that usually talk of a Noun and a Verb, and such abominable Words, as no Christian Ear can endure to hear. Thou hast appointed Justices of Peace, to call poor Men before them, about Matters they were not able to answer. Moreover, thou haft put them in Prison, and because they could not read, thou haft hang'd them, when, indeed, only for that cause they have been moft worthy to live. Thou dost ride on a foot-cloth, doit thou not?

Say. What of that?

Cade. Marry, thou ought'st not to let thy Horse wear a Cloak, when honester Men than thou go in cheir Hose 20d Doublets &

Dick. And work in their Shirt too, as my self for example, that am a Butcher.

Say. You Men of Kent.
Dick. What say you of Kent ?
Say. Nothing but this : 'Tis bona terra, mala gens.
Cade. Away with him, away with him, he speaks Latin.

Say. Hear me but speak, and bear me where you will:
Kent, in the Commentaries Cafar writ,
Is terın'd the civil'st place of all this Ile ;
Sweet is the Country, because full of Riches,
The People Liberal, Valiant, Active, Wealthy,
Which makes me hope thou art not void of pity.
I fold not Main, I lost not Normandy,
Yer to recover them would lose my Life:
Justice with favour have I always done,
Prayers and Tears have mov'd me, Gifts could never;
When have I ought exacted at your Hands?
Kent to maintain, the King, the Realm and you,
Large Gifts have I bestow'd on learned Clerks,
Because my Book preferr’d me to the King:
And seeing Ignorance is the curse of God,
Knowledge the Wing wherewith we fly to Heaven,
Unless you be posseft with devilish Spirits,
Ye cannot but forbear to murther me:
This Tongue hath pailied unto foreign Kings
For your behcof.
Cade. Tur, when struck'st thou one Blow in the Field?

Say.

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Say. Great Men have reaching Hands; oft have I ftruck Those that I never saw, and struck them dead.

George. O monstrous Coward! What, to come behind Folks ?

Say. These Cheeks are pale with watching for your good.
Cade. Give him a Box o'ch’Ear, and that will make 'em red

again.

Say. Long fitting to determine poor Mens Causes, Hath made me full of Sickness and Diseases.

Cade. Ye shall have a hempen Caudle chen, and the help of a Hatchet.

Dick. Why dost thou quiver, Man?
Say. The Palfie, and not Fear, provokes me.

Cade. Nay, he nods at us, as who should say, I'll be even with you. I'll see if his Head will stand steadier on a Pole, or no: Take him away, and behead him.

Say. Tell me, wherein have I offended most?
Have I affected Wealth or Honour? Speak.
Are my Chests fill'd up with extorted Gold?
Is my Apparel sumptuous to behold?
Whom have I injur'd, that ye reek my Death?
These Hands are free from guiltless Biood-thedding,
This Breast from harbouribg foul deceitful Thoughts.
O let me live

Cade. I feel remorse in my self with his Words; but I'll bridle it; he shall dye, and it be but for pleading so well for his Life. Away with him, he has a Familiar under his Tongue; he speaks not a God's Name. Go, take him away Isay, and strike off his Head presently, and then break into his Son-ir-Law's House, Sir James Cromer, and strike off his Head, and bring them both upon two Poles hicher.

All. It shall be done.

Say. Ah Country-men, if when you make your Pray’rs, God should be so obdurate as your selves, How would it fare with your departed Souls? And therefore yet relent, and save my Life.

Cade. Away with him, and do as I command ve: The proudelt Peer of the Realm shall not wear a Head on his Shoulders, unless he pay me Tribute; there shall not a Maid be married, but she shall pay me her Maidenhead e'er they

have

have it ; Men shall hold of me in Capite. And we Charge and Command, that their Wives be as free as Heart can wish, or Tongue can tell.

Dick. My Lord, When Thall we go to Cheapfide, and take up Commodities upon our Bills?

Cade. Marry presently,
All. O brave.

.Enter one with the Heads.
Cade. But is not this brave?
Let them kiss one another ; for they lov'd well
When they were alive: Now part them again,
Left they consult about giving up
Of some more Towns in France. Soldiers,
Defer the spoil of the City uncil Night,
For with these born before us, instead of Maceš,
He will ride through the Streets, and at every Corner
Have them kiss. Away.

Exeunt.
Alarm, and Retreat. Exter again Cade, and all bis

Rabblement. , Cade. Up Fish-street, down St. Magnes Corner, kill and knock down, throw them into Thames.

Sound a Parley.
What noise is this I hear?
Dare any be so bold to lound Retreat or Parley,
When I command them kill?

Enter Buckingham, and old Clifford.
Buck. Ay, here they be that dare and will disturb thee':
Know, Cade, we come Ambassadors from the King
Unto the Commons, whom thou hast miss-'ed,
And here pronounce free Pardon to them all,
That will forsake thee, and go home in peace.

Clif. What say ye, Country-men, will ye relent,
And yield to Mercy, whilst 'cis offered you,
Or let a Rabble lead you to your Deaths?
Who loves the King, and will embrace his Pardon,
Fling up his Cap, and say, God save his Majesty;
Who hatech him, and honours not his Father,
Henry the Fifth, that made all France to quzke,
Shake he his Weapon at us, and pass by.

All

"AllGod save the King! God save the King!

Cade. What, Backing ham and Clifford, are ye so brave? And you, base Peasants, do ye believe him will you need's be hang'd with you Pardons about your Necks Hath my Sword therefore broke through London Gates, that you should leave me at the White-Hart in Southwark? I thought you would never have given out these Arms 'till you had recovered your ancient Freedom; but you are all Recreants and Dastards, and delight to live in Slavery to the Nobility. Let them break your Backs with burthens, take your Houses over your Heads, ravish your Wives and Daughters before your Faces. For me, I will make shift for one, and so God's Curse light upon you all.

All. We'll follow Cade. . We'll follow Cade.

Clif. Is Cade the Son of Henry the Fifth,
That thus you do exclaim you'll go with him
Will he Conduct you through the heart of France,
And make the meaneft of you Earls and Dukes?
Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to:
Nor knows he how to live, but by the Spoil,
Unless by robbing of your Friends, and us.
Wer't not a shame, that whilst you live at jar,"
The fearful French, whom you late vanquished,
Should make a start o'er Seas, and vanquish you?
Methinks already in this civil broil,
I see them Lording it in London Streets,
Crying Villiago 'unto all they meet.
Better ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry,
Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman's Mercy.
To France, to France, and get what you have loft;
Spare England, for it is your Native Coast:
Henry hath Mony, you are strong and manly:
God on our side, doubt not of Vi&ory.

All. A Clifford! a Clifford!!
We'll follow the King and Clifford.

Cade. Was ever Feather fo lightly blown to and fro, as this multicude? The Name of Henry the Fifth hales them to an hundred Mischiefs, and makes them leave me desolate.

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