26151727Cade. Now is Mortemer Lord of this Citie,

26161728And now sitting vpon London stone, We command,

26191729That the first yeare of our raigne,

26181730The pissing Cundit run nothing but red wine.

26201731And now hence forward, it shall be treason

26211732For any that calles me any othervvise then

2621.11733Lord Mortemer.

26231735Sould. Iacke Cade, Iacke Cade.

26241736Cade. Sounes, knocke him dovvne. (They kill him.

26271737Dicke. My Lord, theirs an Army gathered togither

26281738Into Smythfield.

26291739Cade. Come then, lets go fight with them,

26301740But first go on and set London bridge a fire,

26311741And if you can, burne dovvne the Tovver too.

26321742Come lets avvay. Exet omnes.