and Ink-horn about his Neck. [Exit one with the Clerk. Enter Michael. Mich. Where is our General? Cade. Here I am, thou particular Fellow. Mich. Fly, fly, fly, Sir Humphry Stafford and his Brother are hard by with the King's Forces. Cade. Stand Villain, ftand, or I'll fell thee down; he fhall be encountred with a Man as good as himself. He is but a Knight, is a? Mich. No. Cade. To equal him I will make my felf a Knight prefently; rife up, Sir John Mortimer. Now have at him. Enter Sir Humphry Stafford, and young Stafford, with Drum and Soldiers. Staf. Rebellious Hinds, the filth and seum of Kent, Y. Staf. But angry, wrathful, and inclin'd to Blood, Cade. As for thefe filken-coated Slaves I país not, Over whom (in time to come) I hope to reign: Staf. Villain, they Father was a Plaisterer, And thou thy felf a Shearman, art thou not? Y. Staf. And what of that? Cade. Marry, this Edmond Mortimer Earl of March, married the Duke of Clarence's Daughter, did he not? Staf. Ay, Sir. Cade. By her he had two Children at one birth. Cade. Ay, there's the Queftion; but I fay, 'tis true: The elder of them being put to Nurse, Was by a Beggar-woman ftoln away, And ignorant of his Birth and Parentage, Became a Bricklayer, when he came to age. Dick, Nay, 'tis too true, therefore he shall be King. Wear. Weav. Sir, he made a Chimney in my Father's Houfe, and the Bricks are alive at this Day to testify it; therefore deny it not. Staf. And will you credit this bafe Drudge's Words, that speaks he knows not what? All. Ay marry will we, therefore get you gone. Y. Staf. Jack Cade, the Duke of York hath taught you this. Cade. He lies, for I invented it my felf. Go too, Sirrah, tell the King from me, That for his Father's fake, Henry the Fifth (in whofe time Boys went to Span-counter for French Crowns) I am content he shall Reign, but I'll be Protector over him. Dick. And furthermore, we'll have the Lord Say's Head, for felling the Dukedome of Main. Cade. And good reafon; for thereby is England maim'd, and fain to go with a Staff, but that my Puiffance holds it up: Fellow Kings, I tell you, that Lord Say hath gelded the Commonwealth, and made it an Eunuch; and more than that, he can fpeak French, and therefore he is a Traitor. Staf. O grofs and miferable Ignorance. Cade. Nay, anfwer if you can; the Frenchmen are our Enemies; go too then: I ask but this, Can he that speaks with the Tongue of the Enemy be a good Councellor or no? All. No, no, and therefore we'll have his Head. Y. Staf. Well, feeing gentle Words will not prevail, Staf. Herald away, and throughout every Town, [Exit. you that be the King's Friends follow me; Dick. They are all in order, and march towards us. Cade. Cade. But then are we in order, when we are most out of order. Come, march forward. Alarum to fight, wherein both the Staffords are flain. Cade. Where's Dick, the Butcher of Afford? Cade. They fell before thee like Sheep and Oxen, and thou behaved'ft thy felf, as if thou hadst been in thine own Slaughter-houfe: Therefore thus I will reward thee, the Lent fhall be as long again as it is, and thou shalt have a Licenfe to kill for a hundred lacking one. Dick. I defire no more. Cade. And to speak truth, thou deferv'ft no lefs. This Monument of the Victory will I bear, and the Bodies fhall be dragg'd at my Horfe's heels, 'till I do come to London, where we will have the Mayor's Sword born before us. Dick. If we mean to thrive and do good, break open the Goals, and let out the Prisoners. Cade. Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let's march towards London. [Exeunt. Enter King Henry with a Supplication, and Queen Margaret with Suffolk's Head, the Duke of Buckingham, and the Lord Say. 2. Mar. Oft have I heard that Grief foftens the Mind, And makes it fearful and degenerate, Think therefore on Revenge, and ceafe to weep: Buck. What Answer makes your. Grace to the Rebels Supplication? K. Henry. I'll fend fome Holy Bifhop to intreat; For God forbid fo many fimple Souls Should perish by the Sword. And I my self, 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 That were unworthy to behold the fame? K. Henry Lord Say, JackCade hath sworn to have thy Head. Still lamenting and mourning for Suffolk's death? I fear me, Love, if that I had been dead, Thou would't not half have mourn'd fo much for me. 9. Mar. No, my Love, fhould not mourn, but die [for thee. Enter a Messenger. K. Henry. How now? what News? Why com'ft thou [in fuch hafte ? Of Hinds and Peasants, rude and merciless: Q. Mar. Ah! were the Duke of Suffolk now alive, K. Henry. Lord Say, the Traitors hate thee, Therefore away with us to Killingworth. Say. So might your Grace's Perfon be in danger: The fight of me is odious in their Eyes; And therefore in this City will I stay, And live alone as fecret as I may. Enter another Messenger. 2 Mef. Jack Cade hath gotten London-bridge, Buck, Buck. Then linger not, my Lord; away, take Horse. K. Henry. Come, Margaret, God, our hope, will fuccour us. 2. Mar. My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceas'd. K. Henry. Farewel, my Lord, truft not to Kentish Rebels. Buck. Truft no Body, for fear you be betray'd. Say. The truft I have is in mine Innocence, And therefore am I bold and refolute, [Exeunt. Enter Lord Scales upon the Tower walking. Then enter two or three Citizens below. Scales. How now? Is Jack Cade flain? 1 Cit. No, my Lord, nor like to be flain: For they have won the Bridge, Killing all thofe 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 fhall command, Fight for your King, your Country, and your Lives, [Exeunt, Enter Jack Cade and the reft, and frikes his Staff en.. London Stone. Cade. Now is Mortimer Lord of this City, I charge and command, that of the City's coft And now henceforward it fhall be Treafon for any Enter a Soldier running. Sol. Jack Cade, Jack Cade. Cade. Knock him down there. [They kill him. Weav. 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 let London Bridge on Fire, |