Queen. My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceased.
[♦] King. Farewell, my lord: trust not the Kentish rebels.
[♦] Buck. Trust nobody, for fear you be betray’d.
Say. The trust I have is in mine innocence,
60 And therefore am I bold and resolute. [Exeunt.
bde 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?
[♦] First Cit. 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 5 to defend the city from the rebels.
Scales. Such aid as I can spare you shall command;