bde SCENE V. London. The Tower.

Enter LORD SCALES upon the Tower, walking. Then enter two or three Citizens below.
♦ Scales. How now! is Jack Cade slain?
♦ First Cit. No, my lord, nor likely to be slain; for they have won the bridge, killing all those that withstand them: the lord mayor craves aid of your honour from the Tower 5 to defend the city from the rebels.
Scales. Such aid as I can spare you shall command;
But I am troubled here with them myself;
The rebels have assay’d to win the Tower.
♦ But get you to Smithfield and gather head,
10 And thither I will send you Matthew Goffe;
Fight for your king, your country and your lives;
♦ And so, farewell, for I must hence again. [Exeunt.