And therefore in this city will I stay
[♦] And live alone as secret as I may.
Enter another Messenger.
[♦] Mess. Jack Cade hath gotten London bridge:
[50] The citizens fly and forsake their houses:
The rascal people, thirsting after prey,
Join with the traitor, and they jointly swear
To spoil the city and your royal court.
Buck. Then linger not, my lord; away, take horse.
55 King. Come, Margaret; God, our hope, will succour us.