Scene VI.London. Cannon Street.
Enter JACK CADE, and his Followers. He
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, it
shall be treason for any that calls me other than
Enter a Soldier, running.
Sold. Jack Cade! Jack Cade!
Cade. Knock him down there.
[They kill him.
Smith. If this fellow be wise, he'll never call
you Jack Cade more: I think he hath a very
Dick. My lord, there's an army gathered to-
gether 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