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[♦] Cade. So, sirs now go some and pull down the Sauoy,
[♦] Others to the Innes of the Court, downe with them all.
Dicke. I haue a sute vnto your Lordship.
Cade. Be it a Lordship Dicke, and thou shalt haue it
5 For that word.
Dicke. That we may go burne all the Records,
And that all writing may be put downe,
And nothing vsde but the score and the Tally.
[♦] Cade. Dicke it shall be so, and henceforward all things shall be 10 in common, and in Cheapeside shall my palphrey go to grasse. Why ist not a miserable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb [♦] should parchment be made, & then with a litle blotting ouer with inke, a man should vndo himselfe.
Some saies tis the bees that sting, but I say, tis their waxe, for 15 I am sure I neuer seald to any thing but once, and I was neuer mine owne man since.
Nicke. But when shall we take vp those commodities
Which you told vs of.
[♦] Cade. Marry he that will lustily stand to it,
[20] Shall go with me, and take vp these commodities following:
Item, a gowne, a kirtle, a petticoate, and a smocke.
Enter George.
George. My Lord, a prize, a prize, heres the Lord Say,
Which sold the Townes in France.
[♦] Cade. Come hither thou Say, thou George, thou buckrum lord,
25 What answere canst thou make vnto my mightinesse,
For deliuering vp the townes in France to Mounsier bus mine cue, the Dolphin of France?
And more then so, thou hast most traitorously erected a grammer schoole, to infect the youth of the realme, and against the Kings 30 Crowne and dignitie, thou hast built vp a paper-mill, nay it wil be [♦] said to thy face, that thou kepst men in thy house that daily reades of bookes with red letters, and talkes of a Nowne and a Verbe, and [♦] such abhominable words as no Christian eare is able to endure it. [♦] And besides all that, thou hast appointed certaine Iustises of peace 35 in euery shire to hang honest men that steale for their liuing, and because they could not reade, thou hast hung them vp: Onely for [♦] which cause they were most worthy to liue. Thou ridest on a foot-cloth doest thou not?
Say. Yes, what of that?
40 Cade. Marry I say, thou oughtest not to let thy horse weare a cloake, when an honester man then thy selfe, goes in his hose and doublet.
Say. You men of Kent.
All. Kent, what of Kent?
[45] Say. Nothing but bona, terra.
[♦] Cade. Bonum terum, sounds whats that?
Dicke. He speakes French.
Will. No tis Dutch.
[♦] Dicke. No tis outtalian, I know it well inough.
50 Say. Kent, in the Commentaries Cæsar wrote,
Termde it the ciuel’st place of all this land,
Then noble Country-men, heare me but speake,
[♦] I sold not France, I lost not Normandie.
Cade. But wherefore doest thou shake thy head so?
55 Say. It is the palsie and not feare that makes me.
[♦] Cade. Nay thou nodst thy head, as who say, thou wilt be euen [♦] with me, if thou getst away, but ile make the sure inough, now I [♦] haue thee. Go take him to the standerd in Cheapeside and chop of his head, and then go to milende-greene, to sir Iames Cromer his 60 sonne in law, and cut off his head too, and bring them to me vpon two poles presently. (Away with him. Exet one or two, with the Lord Say.
There shall not a noble man weare a head on his shoulders,
But he shall paie me tribute for it.
Nor there shal not a mayd be married, but he shal fee to me for her.
65 Maydenhead or else, ile haue it my selfe,
[♦] Marry I will that married men shall hold of me in capitie,
And that their wiues shalbe as free as hart can thinke, or toong can (tell.
Enter Robin.
Robin. O Captaine, London bridge is a fire.
Cade. Runne to Billingsgate, and fetche pitch and flaxe and [70] squench it.
Enter Dicke and a Sargiant.
Sargiant. Iustice, iustice, I pray you sir, let me haue iustice of this fellow here.
Cade. Why what has he done?
Sarg. Alasse sir he has rauisht my wife.
75 Dicke. Why my Lord he would haue rested me,
[♦] And I went and and entred my Action in his wiues paper house.
Cade. Dicke follow thy sute in her common place,
[♦] You horson villaine, you are a Sargiant youle,
Take any man by the throate for twelue pence,
[80] And rest a man when hees at dinner,
[♦] And haue him to prison ere the meate be out of his mouth.
[♦] Go Dicke take him hence, cut out his toong for cogging,
Hough him for running, and to conclude,
[♦] Braue him with his owne mace. Exet with the Sargiant.
Enter two with the Lord Sayes head, and sir Iames Cromers, vpon two poles.
85 kisse togither. So, come carry them before me, and at euery lanes ende, let them
Enter the Duke of Buckingham, and Lord Clifford the Earle of Comberland.
Clifford. Why country-men and warlike friends of Kent,
[♦] What meanes this mutinous rebellions,
That you in troopes do muster thus your selues,
90 Vnder the conduct of this Traitor Cade?
To rise against your soueraigne Lord and King,
Who mildly hath his pardon sent to you,
If you forsake this monstrous Rebell here?
If honour be the marke whereat you aime,
95 Then haste to France that our forefathers wonne,
And winne againe that thing which now is lost,
And leaue to seeke your Countries ouerthrow.
All. A Clifford, a Clifford. They forsake Cade.
Cade. Why how now, will you forsake your generall,
100 And ancient freedome which you haue possest?
[♦] To bend your neckes vnder their seruile yokes,
[♦] Who if you stir, will straightwaies hang you vp,
But follow me, and you shall pull them downe,
And make them yeeld their liuings to your hands.
105 All. A Cade, a Cade. They runne to Cade againe.
[♦] Cliff. Braue warlike friends heare me but speak a word,
Refuse not good whilst it is offered you,
The King is mercifull, then yeeld to him,
And I my selfe will go along with you,
110 To Winsore Castle whereas the King abides,
And on mine honour you shall haue no hurt.
All. A Clifford, a Clifford, God saue the King.
Cade. How like a feather is this rascall company
[♦] Blowne euery way,
[115] But that they may see there want no valiancy in me,
My staffe shall make way through the midst of you,
[♦] And so a poxe take you all. He runs through them with his staffe, and flies away.
Buc. Go some and make after him, and proclaime,
That those that can bring the head of Cade,
120 Shall haue a thousand Crownes for his labour.
[♦] Come march away. Exet omnes.