2534And makes it fearefull and degenerate,

2535Thinke therefore on reuenge, and cease to weepe.

2536But who can cease to weepe, and looke on this.

2537Heere may his head lye on my throbbing brest:

2538But where's the body that I should imbrace?

2539Buc. What answer makes your Grace to the Rebells

2540Supplication?

2541King. Ile send some holy Bishop to intreat:

2542For God forbid, so many simple soules

2543Should perish by the Sword. And I my selfe,

2544Rather then bloody Warre shall cut them short,

2545Will parley with Iacke Cade their Generall.

2546But stay, Ile read it ouer once againe.

2547Qu. Ah barbarous villaines: Hath this louely face,

2548Rul'd like a wandering Plannet ouer me,

2549And could it not inforce them to relent,

2550That were vnworthy to behold the same.

2551King. Lord Say, Iacke Cade hath sworne to huae thy

2552head.

2553Say. I, but I hope your Highnesse shall haue his.

2554King. How now Madam?

2555Still lamenting and mourning for Suffolkes death?

2556I feare me (Loue) if that I had beene dead,

2557Thou would'st not haue mourn'd so much for me.

2558Qu. No my Loue, I should not mourne, but dye for

2559thee.

2561King. How now? What newes? Why com'st thou in

2562such haste?

2563Mes. The Rebels are in Southwarke: Fly my Lord:

2564Iacke Cade proclaimes himselfe Lord Mortimer,

2565Descended from the Duke of Clarence house,

2566And calles your Grace Vsurper, openly,

2567And vowes to Crowne himselfe in Westminster.

2568His Army is a ragged multitude

2569Of Hindes and Pezants, rude and mercilesse:

2570Sir Humfrey Stafford, and his Brothers death,

2571Hath giuen them heart and courage to proceede:

2572All Schollers, Lawyers, Courtiers, Gentlemen,

2573They call false Catterpillers, and intend their death.

2574Kin. Oh gracelesse men: they know not what they do.

2575Buck. My gracious Lord, retire to Killingworth,

2576Vntill a power be rais'd to put them downe.

2577Qu. Ah were the Duke of Suffolke now aliue,

2578These Kentish Rebels would be soone appeas'd.

2579King. Lord Say, the Traitors hateth thee,

2580Therefore away with vs to Killingworth.

2581Say. So might your Graces person be in danger.

2582The sight of me is odious in their eyes:

2583And therefore in this Citty will I stay,

2584And liue alone as secret as I may.

2586Mess. Iacke Cade hath gotten London-bridge.

2587The Citizens flye and forsake their houses:

2588The Rascall people, thirsting after prey,

2589Ioyne with the Traitor, and they ioyntly sweare

2590To spoyle the City, and your Royall Court.

2591Buc. Then linger not my Lord, away, take horse.

2592King. Come Margaret, God our hope will succor vs.

2593Qu. My hope is gone, now Suffolke is deceast.

2594King. Farewell my Lord, trust not the Kentish Rebels

2595Buc. Trust no body for feare you betraid.

2596Say. The trust I haue, is in mine innocence,

2597And therefore am I bold and resolute. Exeunt.

2600Scales. How now? Is Iacke Cade slaine?

26011. Cit. No my Lord, nor likely to be slaine:

2602For they haue wonne the Bridge,

2603Killing all those that withstand them:

2604The L. Maior craues ayd of your Honor from the Tower

2605To defend the City from the Rebels.

2606Scales. Such ayd as I can spare you shall command,

2607But I am troubled heere with them my selfe,

2608The Rebels haue assay'd to win the Tower.

2609But get you to Smithfield, and gather head,

2610And thither I will send you Mathew Goffe.

2611Fight for your King, your Countrey, and your Liues,

2612And so farwell, for I must hence againe. Exeunt

2615Cade. Now is Mortimer Lord of this City,

2616And heere sitting vpon London Stone,

2617I charge and command, that of the Cities cost

2618The pissing Conduit run nothing but Clarret Wine

2619This first yeare of our raigne.

2620And now henceforward it shall be Treason for any,

2621That calles me other then Lord Mortimer.

2623Soul. Iacke Cade, Iacke Cade.

2624Cade. Knocke him downe there. They kill him.

2625But. If this Fellow be wise, hee'l neuer call yee Iacke

2626Cade more, I thinke he hath a very faire warning.

2627Dicke. My Lord, there's an Army gathered together

2628in Smithfield.

2629Cade. Come, then let's go fight with them:

2630But first, go and set London Bridge on fire,

2631And if you can, burne downe the Tower too.

2632Come, let's away. Exeunt omnes.

2635Cade. So sirs: now go some and pull down the Sauoy:

2636Others to'th Innes of Court, downe with them all.

2637But. I haue a suite vnto your Lordship.

2638Cade. Bee it a Lordshippe, thou shalt haue it for that

2639word.

2640But. Onely that the Lawes of England may come out

2641of your mouth.

2642Iohn. Masse 'twill be sore Law then, for he was thrust

2643in the mouth with a Speare, and 'tis not whole yet.

2644Smith. Nay Iohn, it wil be stinking Law, for his breath

2645stinkes with eating toasted cheese.

2646Cade. I haue thought vpon it, it shall bee so. Away,

2647burne all the Records of the Realme, my mouth shall be

2648the Parliament of England.

2649Iohn. Then we are like to haue biting Statutes

2650Vnlesse his teeth be pull'd out.

2651Cade. And hence-forward all things shall be in Com-

2653Mes. My Lord, a prize, a prize, heeres the Lord Say,

2654which sold the Townes in France. He that made vs pay

2655one and twenty Fifteenes, and one shilling to the pound,

2656the last Subsidie.