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I go of message from the Queen to France ;
I charge thee waft me safely cross the channel.

Cap. Walter
Wbit. Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy death.
Suf. Gelidus timor occupat artus, it's thee I fear,

Wbit. Thou shalt have cause to fear, before I leave thee. What, are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop?

1 Gent. My gracious Lord, intreat him ; speak him fair. Suf. Suffolk's imperial tongue is stern and rough, Us’d to command, untaught to plead for favour. Far be it we should honour such as these With humble suit; no; rather let my head Stoop to the block than these knees bow to any, Save to the God of heav'n and to my King; And fooner dance upon a bloody pole, Than stand uncover'd to the vulgar groom. 4 'Know true' Nobility is exempt from fear : More can I bear than you dare execute.

Cap. Hale him away, and let him talk no more.

Suf, s'Come, soldiers, shew what cruelty you can,
That this my death may never be forgot.
Great men oft die by vile Bezonians.
A Roman sworder and Bandetto save
Murther'd sweet Tully. Brutus' bastard hand
Stab’d Julius Cæfar, savage Inanders
Pompey the Great ; and Suffolk dies by pirates.

[Exit Walter Whitmore with Suffolk,
Cap. And as for these whose ransom we have fet,
It is our pleasure one of them depart;
Therefore come you with us, and let him go.

[Exeunt Captain and the rest. Manet the first Gentleman. Enter Whitmore with

the body. Whit. There let his head and liveless body lye, Until the Queen his mistress bury it. [Exit Whitmore. i Gent. O barbarous and bloody spectacle !

His 5 This line to Cap. in all editions.

4 True

His body will I bear unto the King:
If he revenge it not, yet will his friends,
So will the Queen that living held him dear.


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Enter Bevis and John Holland." Beis: COME and get thee a sword though made of a

lath; they have been up these two days. Hol. They have the more need to Neep now then.

Bevis. I tell thee Jack Cade the clothier means to dress the Commonwealth, and turn it, and set a new nap upon it.

Hol. So he had need, 'tis thread-bare. Well, I say it was never a merry world in England since gentlemen came up.

Bevis. O miserable age! virtue is not regarded in handycrafts men.

Hol. The Nobility think scorn to go in leather aprons.

Bevis. Nay more, the King's council are no good workmen.

Hol. True, and yet it is said, Labour in thy vocation ; which is as much as to say, let the magistrates be labouring men; and therefore should we be magistrates.

Bevis. Thou hast hit it; for there's no better sign of a brave mind than a hard hand.

Hol. I see them, I see them; there's Best's son, the tanner of Wingham.

Bevis. He ihall have the skins of our enemies to make dog's leather of.

Hol. And Dick the butcher.

Bevis. Then is fin struck down like an ox, and iniquity's throat cut like a calf.

Hol. And Smith the weaver.
Bevis. Argo, their thread of life is spun.
Hol. Come, come, let's fall in with them.


Irrum. Enter Cade, Dick the butcher, Smith the weaver,

and a lawyer, with infinite numbers. Cade. We John Code, 'lo termed of our supposed father

Dick. Or rather of stealing a cade of herrings.

Cade. For our enemies shall fall before us, inspired with the spirit of putting down Kings and Princes; command silence.

Dick. Silence.
Cade. My father was a Mortimer-
Dick. He was an honest man and a good bricklayer.
Cade. My mother a Plantagenet -
Dick. I knew her well, she was a midwife.
Cade. My wife descended of the Lacies
Dick. She was indeed a pedlar's daughter, and sold

many laces.

Weav. But now of late not able to travel with her furr'd pack, she washes bucks here at home.

Cade. Therefore am I of an honourable house.

Dick. Ay, by my faith, the field is honourable, and there was he born under a hedge; for his father had never a house but the cage.

Cade. Valiant I am.
Weav. A' must needs, for beggary is valiant.
Cade. I am able to endure much.

Dick. No question of that; for I have seen him whipt three market days together.

Cade. I fear neither sword nor fire.

Weav. He need not fear the sword, for his coat is of proof.

Dick. But methinks he should stand in fear of fire, being burnt i' th' hand for stealing of sheep.

Cade. Be brave then, for your captain is brave and vows reformation. There shall be in England seven half-penny loaves fold for a penny; the three-hoop'd pot shall have ten hoops, and I will make it felony to drink small beer.

All (a) A quibble intended between two fenfes of the word, one as being able to reúft, the other as being well tried, ibat is, long worn.

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All the realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfry go to grafs; and when I am King, as King I will be

All. God save your Majesty!

Cade. I thank you, good people. There shall be no mony, all shall eat and drink upon my score, and I will apa parel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers, and worship me their Lord.

Dick. The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.

Cade. Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable thing, that the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment ; that parchment being scribbled o'er; should undo a man? Some say the bee stings, but I say 'tis bees wax; for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never my own man since. How now? who is there?

Enter ¿ Clerk.

Weav. The clerk of Chatham; he can write and read, and cast accompt.

Cade. O monstrous!
Weav. We took him setting boys copies.
Cade. Here's a villain!
Weav. He'as a book in his pocket with red letters in't.
Cade. Nay then he's a conjurer.

Dick. Nay, he can make obligations and write court. hand.

Cade. I am sorry for’t: the man is a proper man, of mine honour; unless I find him guilty, he shall not die. Come hither, firrah, I must examine thee; what is thy name?

Clerk. Emanuel.

Dick. They use to write it on the top of letters: a 'twill go hard with you.

Cade. Let me alone. Dost thou use to write thy name? or haft thou a mark to thy self like an honest plain-dealing man? Vol. IV.


Clerk. (a) Several infances of this may be found in Mabillon's Diplomata.


Clerk. Sir, I thank God I have been fo well brought up, that I can write my name.

All. He hath confeft; away with him ; he is a villain and a traitor. Cade. Away with him, I say: hang him with his

pen and inkhorn about his neck. [Exit one with the Clerk.

Enter Michael.
Mich. Where is our General?
Cade. Here I am, thou particular fellow.

Mich. Fly, fly, Ay; Sir Humphry Stafford and his brother are hard by with the King's forces.

Cade. Stand, villain, stand, or I'll fell thee down; he shall be encounter'd with a man as good as himself. He is but a Knight, is a'?

Micb. No.

Cade. To equal him I will make my self a Knight prefently; rife

up, Sir John Mortimer. Now have at him.

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Enter Sir Humphry Stafford, and young Stafford, with

drum and Soldiers.
Staf. Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Kent,
Mark'd for the gallows, lay your weapons down,
Home to your cottages, forsake this groom ;
The King is merciful if you revolt,

Y. Staf. But angry, wrathful, and inclin'd to blood,
If you go forward ; therefore yield or die.

Cade. As for these filken-coated Naves I pass them, It is to you, good people, that I speak, O’er whom (in time to come) I hope to reigns For I am rightful heir unto the crown.

Staf. Villain, thy father was a plaisterer,
And thou thy self a shearman, art thou not?

Cade. And Adam was a gardener.
Y. Staf. And what of that?


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