SCENE changes to Black-Heath.

Enter King Henry with a fupplication, and Queen Margaret with Suffolk's head, the Duke of Buckingham, and the Lord Say.

Q. Mar. OFT have, I heard, that grief softens the

And makes it fearful and degenerate;

Think therefore on revenge, and cease to weep.
But who can ceafe to weep, and look on this?
Here may his head lie on my throbbing breast:
But where's the body, that I should embrace?"

Buck. What answer makes your Grace to the rebels' fupplication?

K. Henry. I'll fend fome holy bishop to intreat;
For God forbid, fo many fimple fouls

Should perish by the fword. And I myself,
Rather than bloody war fhould cut them short,
Will parly with Jack Cade their general.

But ftay, I'll read it over once again.

Q. Mar. Ah, barbarous villains! hath this lovely face Rul'd like a wandring planet over me,

And could it not inforce them to relent,

That were unworthy to behold the fame ?

K. Henry. Lord Say, Jack Cade hath fworn to have thy head.

Say. Ay, but I hope, your highness shall have his.
K. Henry. How now, Madam?

Lamenting ftill, and mourning Suffolk's death?

I fear me, love, if that I had been dead,

Thou wouldest not have mourn'd fo much for me.

Q. Mar. My love, I fhould not mourn, but die for thee.

Enter a Meffenger.

K. Henry. How now? what news? why com'ft thou in fuch hafte ?

Mef. The rebels are in Southwark; fly, my Lord: Jack Cade proclaims himfelf Lord Mortimer,

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Defcended

Defcended from the Duke of Clarence
And calls your Grace ufurper openly,
And vows to crown himself in Westmin
His army is a ragged multitude
Of hinds and pealants, rude and mer
Sir Humphry Stafford and his brother's
Hath given them heart, and courage to
All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentl
They call falfe caterpillars, and intend
K. Henry. O graceless men! they
they do.

Buck. My gracious Lord, retire to Until a Power be rais'd to put them d

Q. Mar. Ah! were the Duke of Su Thefe Kentish rebels should be foon ap K. Henry. Lord Say, the traitors ha Therefore away with us to Killingwort

Say. So might your Grace's perfon The fight of me is odious in their eyes And therefore in this city will I ftay, And live alone as fecret as I may.

Enter another Meffenge

2 Mef. Jack Cade hath gotten Lond The citizens fly him, and forfake their The rafcal people, thirfting after prey, Join with the traitor; and they jointly To spoil the city and your royal court. Buck. Then linger not, my lord; av K. Henry. Come, Margret, God

cour us.

Q. Mar. My hope is gone, now Su K. Henry. Farewel, my Lord; tr rebels.

Buck. Truft no body, for fear you Say. The truft I have is in mine inn And therefore am I bold and refolute.

SCENE changes to London.

Enter Lord Scales upon the Tower walking. Then enter two or three citizens below.

Scales.

OW now? is Jack Cade flain?

HOW

1 Cit. No, my Lord, nor like to be flain : 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 fpare, you fhall command; But I am troubled here with them myself. The rebels have assay'd to win the Tower. But get you into Smithfield, gather head, And thither will I fend you Matthew Goff. Fight for your King, your country and your lives, And fo farewel, for I must hence again.

SCENE changes to Cannon-Street.

[Exeunt.

Enter Jack Cade and the reft, and frikes his faff on

Cade.

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London-Stone.

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OW is Mortimer Lord of this city, and here fitting upon London-Stone, I charge and mand that of the city's coft the piffing conduit run nothing but claret wine the first year of our reign. And now hence-forward it fhall be treafon for any that calls me other than Lord Mortimer.

Enter a foldier running.

Sol. Jack Cade, Jack Cade!
Cade. Knock him down there.

[They kill him. Wear. If this fellow be wife, 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 fet London-bridge on fire, and if you can, burn down the Tower too. Come, let's away. [Exeunt omnes.

SCENE changes to Smithfield,

Alarum. Matthew Goff is flain, and all the reft. Then enter Jack Cade with his company.

Cade. Savoy: others to the inns of courts, down S

O, Sirs: Now go fome and pull down the

with them all.

Dick. I have a fuit 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. Mafs, 'twill be fore law then, for he was thrust in the mouth with a fpear, and 'tis not whole yet.

Smith. Nay, John, it will be ftinking law, for his breath ftinks with eating toafted cheese.

Cade. I have thought upon it, it shall be fo.

Away, burn all the records of the realm; my mouth fhall be the parliament of England.

John. Then we are like to have biting statutes, unless his teeth be pull'd out.

Cade. And henceforward all things fhall be in com

mon.

Enter a Meffenger."

Mef. My Lord, a prize, a prize! here's the Lord Say which fold the town in France; he that made us pay one and twenty fifteens and one fhilling to the pound, the laft fubfidy.

Enter George with the Lord Say.

Cade. Well, he fhall be beheaded for it ten times. — Ah, thou Say, thou ferge, nay, thou buckram Lord, now art thou within point-blank of our jurifdiction regal. What canft thou answer to my Majefty for giving up of Normandy unto Monfieur Bafimecu, the Dauphin of France? be it known unto thee by these presents, even the presence of Lord Mortimer, that I am the befom that muft fweep the court clean of fuch filth as thou art: thou haft moft traiterously corrupted the youth of the Realm

in

in erecting a grammar-school; and whereas before, our fore-fathers had no other books but the fcore and the tally, thou haft caufed printing to be us'd; and contrary to the King, his crown and dignity; thou haft built a paper-mill. It will be prov'd to thy face that thou hast men about thee, that ufually talk of a Noun and a Verb, and fuch abominable words, as no chriftian ear can endure to hear. Thou haft appointed juftices of the peace to call poor men before them, about matters they were not able to answer. Moreover, thou haft put them in prifon; 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 doft ride on a foot-cloth, dost thou not?

Say. What of that?

Cade. Marry, thou ought'st not to let thy horfe wear a cloak, when honefter men than thou go in their hose and doublets.

Dick. And work in their fhirt too; as myself, for example, that am a butcher.

Say. You men of Kent,

Dick. What fay you of Kent ?

Say. Nothing but this: 'Tis bona terra, malagens. 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 Cæfar writ,

Is term'd the civil'ft place of all this ifle;
Sweet is the country, becaufe full of riches,
The people liberal, valiant, active, wealthy,
Which makes me hope thou art not void of pity.
I fold not Maine; I loft not Normandy;
Yet, to recover them, would lofe my life:
Juftice with favour have I always done;

Prayers and tears have mov'd me, gifts could never
When have I aught exacted at your hands?
Kent to maintain, the King, the realm and you,
Large gifts have I beftow'd on learned clerks ;
Because my book preferr'd me to the King:
And feeing, ignorance is the curfe of God,
Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heav'n,
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