Ist not inough that thou hast broke my hedges,
[♦] And enterd into my ground without the leaue of me the owner,
But thou wilt braue me too.
[♦] Cade. Braue thee and beard thee too, by the best blood of the 15 Realme, looke on me well, I haue eate no meate this fine dayes, yet [♦] and I do not leaue thee and thy fine men as dead as a doore nayle, I pray God I may neuer eate grasse more.
[♦] Eyden. Nay, it neuer shall be saide whilst the world doth stand, that Alexander Eyden an Esquire of Kent, tooke oddes to combat 20 with a famisht man, looke on me, my limmes are equall vnto thine, and [♦] euery way as big, then hand to hand, ile combat thee. Sirrha [♦] fetch me weopons, and stand you all aside.
[♦] Cade. Now sword, if thou doest not hew this burly-bond churle [♦] into chines of beefe, I beseech God thou maist fal into some smiths [25] hand, and be turnd to hob-nailes.
Eyden. Come on thy way. (They fight, and Cade fals downe.
Cade. Oh villaine, thou hast slaine the floure of Kent for chiualrie, but it is famine & not thee that has done it, for come ten thousand diuels, and giue me but the ten meales that I wanted this fiue daies, and ile fight with you all, and so a poxe rot thee, for Iack Cade must die. (He dies.
[♦] Eyden. Iack Cade, & was it that monstrous Rebell which I haue [♦] slaine. Oh sword ile honour thee for this, and in my chamber shalt thou hang as a monument to after age, for this great seruice thou [35] hast done to me. He drag him hence, and with my sword cut off his [♦] head, and beare it Exet.