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Act IV, Scene 3 Another part of Blackheath.
Alarums to the fight, wherein
SIR HUMPHREY and
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| CADE | Where's Dick, the butcher of Ashford? |
| DICK | Here, sir. |
| CADE | They fell before thee like sheep and oxen, and thou behavedst thyself as if thou hadst been in thine own slaughter-house: therefore thus will I reward thee, the Lent shall be as long again as it is; and thou shalt have a licence to kill for a hundred lacking one. |
| DICK | I desire no more. |
| CADE | And, to speak truth, thou deservest no less. This monument of the victory will I bear; |
| [Putting on SIR HUMPHREY'S brigandine] | |
| and the bodies shall be dragged at my horse' heels till I do come to London, where we will have the mayor's sword borne before us. |
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| DICK | If we mean to thrive and do good, break open the gaols and let out the prisoners. |
| CADE | Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let's march towards London. |
| [Exeunt] |
| QUEEN MARGARET | Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind, And makes it fearful and degenerate; Think therefore on revenge and cease to weep. But who can cease to weep and look on this? Here may his head lie on my throbbing breast: But where's the body that I should embrace? |
| BUCKINGHAM | What answer makes your grace to the rebels' supplication? |
| KING HENRY VI | I'll send some holy bishop to entreat; For God forbid so many simple souls Should perish by the sword! And I myself, Rather than bloody war shall cut them short, Will parley with Jack Cade their general: But stay, I'll read it over once again. |
| QUEEN MARGARET | Ah, barbarous villains! hath this lovely face Ruled, like a wandering planet, over me, And could it not enforce them to relent, That were unworthy to behold the same? |
| KING HENRY VI | Lord Say, Jack Cade hath sworn to have thy head. |
| SAY | Ay, but I hope your highness shall have his. |
| KING HENRY VI | How now, madam! Still lamenting and mourning for Suffolk's death? I fear me, love, if that I had been dead, Thou wouldst not have mourn'd so much for me. |
| QUEEN MARGARET | No, my love, I should not mourn, but die for thee. |
| [Enter a Messenger] | |
| KING HENRY VI | How now! what news? why comest thou in such haste? |
| Messenger | The rebels are in Southwark; fly, my lord! Jack Cade proclaims himself Lord Mortimer, Descended from the Duke of Clarence' house, And calls your grace usurper 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 false caterpillars, and intend their death. |
| KING HENRY VI | O graceless men! they know not what they do. |
| BUCKINGHAM | My gracious lord, return to Killingworth, Until a power be raised to put them down. |
| QUEEN MARGARET | Ah, were the Duke of Suffolk now alive, These Kentish rebels would be soon appeased! |
| KING HENRY VI | 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 eyes; And therefore in this city will I stay And live alone as secret as I may. |
| [Enter another Messenger] | |
| Messenger | 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. |
| BUCKINGHAM | Then linger not, my lord, away, take horse. |
| KING HENRY VI | Come, Margaret; God, our hope, will succor us. |
| QUEEN MARGARET | My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceased. |
| KING HENRY VI | Farewell, my lord: trust not the Kentish rebels. |
| BUCKINGHAM | Trust nobody, for fear you be betray'd. |
| SAY | The trust I have is in mine innocence, And therefore am I bold and resolute. |
| [Exeunt] |
| SCALES | How now! is Jack Cade slain? |
| First Citizen | 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 command; But I am troubled here with them myself; The rebels have assay'd to win the Tower. But get you to Smithfield, and gather head, And thither I will send you Matthew Goffe; Fight for your king, your country and your lives; And so, farewell, for I must hence again. |
| [Exeunt] |
| 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 pissing-conduit 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] | |
| Soldier | Jack Cade! Jack Cade! |
| CADE | Knock him down there. |
| [They kill him] | |
| SMITH | If this fellow be wise, he'll never call ye 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] |
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