bdf SCENE VI. London. Cannon Street.

Enter JACK CADE and the rest, and 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 5 it shall be treason for any that calls me other than Lord Mortimer.
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 ye Jack 10 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 15 down the Tower too. Come, let’s away. [Exeunt.