KING HENRY.
Come, Margaret. God, our hope, will succour us.
QUEEN MARGARET.
[Aside.] My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceased.
KING HENRY.
Farewell, my lord. Trust not the Kentish rebels.
BUCKINGHAM.
Trust nobody, for fear you be betrayed.
SAYE.
The trust I have is in mine innocence,
And therefore am I bold and resolute.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE V. London. The Tower
Enter Lord Scales upon the Tower, walking. Then enter two or three Citizens below.
SCALES.
How now? Is Jack Cade slain?
1 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.