| [Enter CADE and the rest, and strikes his staff on London-stone] |
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| 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 it shall be treason for any that calls me other than Lord Mortimer. |
| [Enter a Soldier, running] | |
| Soldier | Jack Cade! Jack Cade! |
| CADE | Knock him down there. |
| [They kill him] | |
| SMITH | If this fellow be wise, he'll never call ye Jack Cade more: I think he hath a very fair warning. |
| DICK | My lord, there's an army gathered together in Smithfield. |
| CADE | Come, then, let's go fight with them; but first, go and set London bridge on fire; and, if you can, burn down the Tower too. Come, let's away. |
| [Exeunt] |