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.