| [Alarums to the fight, wherein SIR HUMPHREY and WILLIAM STAFFORD are slain. Enter CADE and the rest] |
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| 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 slaughter-house: therefore thus will I reward thee, the Lent shall be as long again as it is; and thou shalt have a licence to kill for a hundred lacking one. |
| DICK | I desire no more. |
| CADE | And, to speak truth, thou deservest no less. This 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. |
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| DICK | If we mean to thrive and do good, break open the gaols and let out the prisoners. |
| CADE | Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let's march towards London. |
| [Exeunt] |