But I am troubled here with them myself;
The rebels have assay’d to win the Tower.
[♦] But get you to Smithfield and gather head,
[10] And thither I will send you Matthew Goffe;
Fight for your king, your country and your lives;
[♦] And so, farewell, for I must hence again. [Exeunt.
bdf SCENE VI. London. Cannon Street.
Enter JACK CADE and the rest, and strikes his staff on London-stone.
[♦] Cade. Now is Mortimer lord of this city. And here, sitting upon London-stone, I charge and command that, of the city’s cost, the pissing-conduit run nothing but claret [♦] wine this first year of our reign. And now henceforward 5 it shall be treason for any that calls me other than Lord Mortimer.
Enter a Soldier, running.