[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.
SC. XIX. das
[♦] King. Lord Somerset, what newes here you of the Rebell Cade?
Som. This, my gratious Lord, that the Lord Say is don to death,