Enter SIR HUMPHREY STAFFORD and WILLIAM his Brother, with drum and Forces.

Staf. Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Kent, Marked for the gallows,-lay your weapons down; Home to your cottages; forsake this groom.The king is merciful, if you revolt.

W. Staf. But angry, wrathful, and inclined to blood, If you go forward; therefore yield, or die.

Cade. As for these silken-coated slaves, I pass not; It is to you, good people, that I speak,

O'er whom, in time to come, I hope to reign;
For I am rightful heir unto the crown.

Staf. Villain, thy father was a plasterer;

And thou thyself a shearman, art thou not?
Cade. And Adam was a gardener.

W. Staf. And what of that?

Cade. Marry, this;-Edmund Mortimer, earl of March, Married the duke of Clarence' daughter: did he not? Staf. Ay, sir.

Cade. By her, he had two children at one birth.
W. Staf. That's false.

Cade. Ay, there's the question; but, I say, 'tis true.
The elder of them, being put to nurse,

Was by a beggar-woman stolen away;

And, ignorant of his birth and parentage,
Became a bricklayer when he came to age.

His son am I; deny it, if you can.

Dick. Nay, 'tis too true; therefore he shall be king. Smith. Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it; therefore, deny it not.

Staf. And will you credit this base drudge's words, That speaks he knows not what?

All. Ay, marry, will we; therefore get ye gone.

W. Staff. Jack Cade, the duke of York hath taught you this. Cade. He lies, for I invented it myself. [Aside.]- Go to, sirrah. Tell the king from me, that for his father's sake, Henry the Fifth, in whose 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 selling the dukedom of Maine.

Cade. And good reason; for thereby is England maimed, and fain to go with a staff, but that my puissance holds it up. Fellow kings, I tell you, that that lord Say hath gelded

the commonwealth, and made it a eunuch; and more than that, he can speak French, and therefore he is a traitor. Staf. O gross and miserable ignorance!

Cade. Nay, answer, if you can. The Frenchmen are our enemies go to, then, I ask but this; Can he that speaks with the tongue of an enemy, be a good counsellor, or no?

All. No, no; and therefore we'll have his head.
W. Staf. Well, seeing gentle words will not prevail,
Assail 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's sight,
Be hanged up for example at their doors.-
And you, that be the king's friends, follow me.

[Exeunt the two STAFFORDS and Forces.
Cade. And you, that love the commons, follow me.-
Now show yourselves men; 'tis for liberty.
We will not leave one lord, one gentleman.
Spare none, but such as go in clouted shoon;
For they are thrifty, honest men, and such.

As would (but that they dare not) take our parts.
Dick. They are all in order, and march toward us.
Cade. But then are we in order, when we are most out
of order. Come, march forward.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III. Another Part of Blackheath.

Alarums. The two parties enter and fight, and both the
STAFFORDS are slain.

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 license to kill for a hundred lacking one, a week. Dick. I desire no more.

Cade. And, to speak truth, thou deservest no less. This monument of the victory will I bear; and the bodies shall be dragged at my horses' heels, till I do come to London, where we will have the mayor's sword borne before us.

Dick. If we mean to thrive and do good, break open the jails, and let out the prisoners.

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

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV. London. A Room in the Palace.

Enter KING HENRY, reading a supplication; the DUKE of BUCKINGHAM, and LORD SAY, with him; at a distance, QUEEN MARGARET, mourning over SUFFOLK's head.

Q. Mar. 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?

Buck. What answer makes your grace to the rebels' supplication?

K. Hen. 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.

Q. Mar. 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?

K. Hen. Lord Say, Jack Cade hath sworn to have thy head.
Say. Ay, but I hope your highness shall have his.
K. Hen. How now, madam? Still

Lamenting, and mourning for Suffolk's death?

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

Thou wouldest not have mourned so much for me.

Q. Mar. No, my love, I should not mourn, but die for

thee.

Enter a Messenger.

K. Hen. How now! what news? why com'st thou in

such haste?

Mes. 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.
K. Hen. O graceless men! they know not what they do.
Buck. My gracious lord, retire to Kenelworth,
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 Kenelworth.

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.

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.

Buck. Then linger not, my lord; away, take horse.
K. Hen. Come, Margaret; God, our hope, will succor us.
Q. Mar. My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceased.
K. Hen. Farewell, my lord; [To LORD SAY.] 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.

SCENE V. The same. The Tower..

Enter LORD SCALES, and others, on the walls. certain Citizens, below.

Scales. How now? is Jack Cade slain?

[Exeunt.

Then enter

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 honor 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 assayed to win the Tower. But get you to Smithfield, and gather head, VOL. III. -5

[Exeunt.

And thither will I send you Matthew Gough.
Fight for your king, your country, and your lives;
And so farewell, for I must hence again.

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 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.

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, 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 some 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. Mass, 'twill be sore law then; for he was thrust in the mouth with a spear, and 'tis not whole yet. [Aside. Smith. Nay, John, it will be stinking law; for his breath stinks with eating toasted cheese.

[Aside. 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.