♦ 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 5 slaughter-house: therefore thus will I reward thee, the Lent ♦ shall be as long again as it is; and thou shalt have a license ♦ to kill for a hundred lacking one.

Dick. I desire no more.

Cade. And, to speak truth, thou deservest no less. This 10 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.

♦ Dick. If we mean to thrive and do good, break open 15 the gaols and let out the prisoners.

Cade. Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let’s march towards London. [Exeunt.