[♦] 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.
bdc SCENE III. Another part of Blackheath.
Alarums to the fight, wherein both the STAFFORDS are slain. Enter CADE and the rest.
[♦] 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 [5] 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.
Dick. I desire no more.
Cade. And, to speak truth, thou deservest no less. This [10] monument of the victory will I bear; [putting on Sir Humphrey’s brigandine] and the bodies shall be dragged at my [♦] horse 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 [15] the gaols and let out the prisoners.