Weav. Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to teftify 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 myself. Go to, firrah, tell the King from me, that for his father's fake Henry the fifth, in whofe time boys went to fpan-counter for French crowns, I am content he fhall reign; but I'll be protector over him.

Dick. And furthermore we'll have the Lord Say's head for felling the Dukedom of Maine.

Cade. And good reafon; for thereby is England maim'd, and fain to go with a ftaff, but that my puiffance holds it up. Fellow Kings, I tell you, that that Lord Say hath gelded the common-wealth, and made it a eunuch; and more than that, he can speak 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 to then, I afk but this, can he that fpeaks with the tongue of the enemy, be a good counfellor or no?

All. No, no, and therefore we'll have his head.

Y. Staf. Well, feeing gentle words will not prevail, Affail them with the army of the King.

Staf. Herald, away, and throughout every town
Proclaim them traitors that are up with Cade;
That those which fly before the battle ends,
May even in their wives' and children' fight
Be hang'd up for example at their doors;
And you, that be the King's friends, follow me.

[Exeunt the two Staffords, with their Train. Cade. And you, that love the commons, follow me. Now fhew yourselves men, 'tis for liberty.

We

We will not leave one Lord, one Gentleman,
Spare none, but fuch as go in clouted fhoone,
For they are thrifty honeft men, and fuch
As would, but that they dare not, take our parts.
Dick. They are all in order, and march towards us.
Cade. But then are we in order, when we are most
out of order. Come, march forward.

[Exeunt Cade and his party. [Alarm to fight, wherein both the Staffords are flain.

Re-enter Cade and the rest.

Cade. Where's Dick, the butcher of Afford?
Dick. Here, Sir.

Cade. They fell before thee like fheep and oxen, and thou behaved'ft thyself as if thou hadst been in thine own flaughter-houfe; therefore thus I will reward thee. The 'lent fhall be as long as it is, and thou fhalt have a license 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 dragged at my horfe's heels till I do come to London, where we will have the mayor's fword borne before us.

Dick.* If we mean to thrive and do good, break open the gaols, and let out the prifoners.

Cade. Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let's march towards London.

[Exeunt.

If we mean to thrive and do good, &c.] I think it should be read thus, If we mean to thrive, do good; break open the gaols, &c.

S CENE IV,

Changes to Black-Heath.

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

FT have I heard, that grief foftens the

Q. Mar. F mind,

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 fhould embrace?

Buck. What anfwer 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 fhort,
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 fhall 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 Messenger.

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

Mef. The rebels are in Southwark; fly, my Lord.
Jack Cade proclaims himself Lord Mortimer,
Defcended from the Duke of Clarence' house,
And calls your Grace ufurper openly,
And vows to crown himself in Westminster.
His army is a ragged multitude

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 falfe caterpillars, and intend their death.
K. Henry. O graceless men! they know not what
they do.

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

Q. Mar. Ah! were the Duke of Suffolk now alive, These Kentish rebels fhould be foon appeas'd. 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,
The citizens fly him, and forfake their houfes,
The rafcal people, thirsting after prey,
Join with the traitor; and they jointly fwear
To fpoil the city and your royal court.

Buck. Then linger not, my Lord; away, take horse.
K. Henry, Come, Margret. God our hope will fuc-

cour us.

G 4

Q.Mar.

Q. Mar. [Afide,] 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.

SCENE

[Exeunt,

V.

Changes to London.

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

Scales.

W now? is Jack Cade flain?

How

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 affay'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 muft hence again,

SCENE changes to Cannon-Street.

[Exeunt,

Enter Jack Cade and the rest, and strikes his staff on London-Stone.

Cade. OW is Mortimer Lord of this city, and here fitting upon London-Stone. I charge and command that of the city's coft the piffing conduit run nothing but claret wine the first year of our reign.

And