50 Thy grave is digg’d already in the earth.
[♦] As for words, whose greatness answers words,
Let this my sword report what speech forbears.
Cade. By my valour, the most complete champion that [♦] ever I heard! Steel, if thou turn the edge, or cut not out [55] the burly-boned clown in chines of beef ere thou sleep in [♦] thy sheath, I beseech God on my knees thou mayst be [♦] turned to hobnails. [Here they fight. Cade falls.
O, I am slain! famine and no other hath slain me: let ten thousand devils come against me, and give me but the 60 ten meals I have lost, and I’ld defy them all. Wither, garden; and be henceforth a burying-place to all that do dwell in this house, because the unconquered soul of Cade is fled.
Iden. Is’t Cade that I have slain, that monstrous traitor?
[65] Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed,
And hang thee o’er my tomb when I am dead:
Ne’er shall this blood be wiped from thy point;
But thou shalt wear it as a herald’s coat,