Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless :
Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother's death.
Hath given them heart and courage to proceed.
All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen,
They call false caterpillars, and intend their death.
K. Hen. O graceless men! they know not what
they do.

Buck. My gracious lord, retire to Killingworth, Until a power be raised to put them down.

Q. Mar. Ah! were the Duke of Suffolk now

alive,

These Kentish rebels would be soon appeased.

K. Hen. Lord Say, the traitors hate thee, Therefore away with us to Killingworth.

Say. So might your grace's person be in danger.

The sight of me is odious in their eyes1;

And therefore in this city will I stay,

And live alone as secret as I may.

Enter another Messenger.

2 Mess. Jack Cade hath gotten London Bridge; The citizens fly and forsake their houses;

The rascal people, thirsting after prey,
Join with the traitor; and they jointly swear,
To spoil the city, and your royal court.

1 My innocence, my lord, shall plead for me.

Buck. Then linger not, my lord: away, take

horse.

K. Hen. Come, Margaret: God, our hope, will

succour us.

Q. Mar. My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceased.

K. Hen. [To Lord SAY.] Farewell, my lord: trust not the Kentish rebels.

Buck. Trust nobody, for fear you be betrayed. Say. The trust I have is in mine innocence, And therefore am I bold and resolute.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V.-The Same. The Tower.

Enter Lord SCALES, and others, walking on the walls. Then enter certain Citizens, below.

Scales. How now! is Jack Cade slain?

1 Cit. No, my lord, nor likely to be slain; for they have won the bridge, killing all those that withstand them. The lord mayor craves aid of your honour from the Tower, to defend the city

from the rebels.

Scales. Such aid as I can spare, you shall com

mand;

But I am troubled here with them myself:

The rebels have essayed to win the Tower.

But get you to Smithfield, and gather head,
And thither I will send you Matthew Gough.
Fight for your king, your country, and your lives;
And so farewell, for I must hence again. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI.-The Same. Cannon Street. Enter JACK CADE and his Followers. He strikes his staff on London Stone.

Cade. Now is Mortimer lord of this city. And here, sitting upon London Stone, I charge and command, that, of the city's cost, the pissingconduit run nothing but claret wine this first year of our reign. And now, henceforward, it shall be treason for any that calls me other than Lord Mortimer.

Enter a Soldier, running.

Sold. Jack Cade! Jack Cade!

Cade. Knock him down there.

[They kill him.

Smith. If this fellow be wise, 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 first, go and set London Bridge on fire, and, if you can, burn down the Tower too.

Come, let's away.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VII.-The Same.

Smithfield.

Alarum. Enter, on one side, CADE and his Company; on the other, the Citizens, and the King's Forces, headed by MATTHEW GOUGH. They fight, the Citizens are routed, and MATTHEW GOUGH is slain.

Cade. So, Sirs.-Now go home 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 England may come out of your mouth.

John. [Aside.] Mass, 't will be sore law then ; for he was thrust in the mouth with a spear, and 't is not whole yet.

Smith. [Aside.] Nay, John, it will be stinking law; for his breath stinks with eating toasted cheese.

Cade. I have thought upon it; it shall be so. Away! burn all the records of the realm: my mouth shall be the parliament of England.

John. [Aside.] Then we are like to have biting statutes, unless his teeth be pulled out.

Cade. And henceforward all things shall be in

common.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. My lord, a prize, a prize! here's the Lord Say, which sold the towns in France; he that made us pay one-and-twenty fifteens, and one shilling to the pound, the last subsidy.

Enter GEORGE BEVIS, with the Lord SAY.

Cade. Well, he shall be beheaded for it ter times.-Ah, thou say, thou serge, nay, thou buckram lord! now art thou within point-blank of our jurisdiction regal. What canst thou answer to my majesty, for giving up of Normandy unto Monsieur Basimecu, the dauphin of France? Be it known unto thee by these presence, even the presence of Lord Mortimer, that I am the besom that must sweep the court clean of such filth as thou art. Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school: and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other