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* Geo. O miserable age! Virtue is not regard *ed in handycrafts-men.

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John. The nobility think scorn tó go in leather aprons.

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

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

*Geo. Thou hast hit it: for there is no better sign of a brave mind, than a hard hand.

* John. I see them! I see them! There's Best's * son, the tanner of Wingham; →

*Geo. He shall have the skins of our enemies, * to make dog's leather of.

John. And Dick the butcher,

*Geo. Then is sin struck down like an ox, and iniquity's throat cut like a calf. *John, And Smith the weaver:

* Geo. Argo, their thread of life is spun. * John. Come, come, let's fall in with them.

Drum. Enter CADE, DICK the butcher, SMITH, the weaver, and others in great number.

Cade. We John Cade, so term'd of our supposed father,

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Dick. Or rather, of stealing a cade of herrings.

Cade.

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for our enemies shall fall before us, inspired with the spirit of putting down Kings Command silence.

and Princes,

Dick. Silence!

Cade. My father was a Mortimer,

Dick. He was an honest man, and a good bricklayer.

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Cade. My mother a Plantagenet,

Dick.

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knew her well, she was a midwife.

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Cade. My wife descended of the Lacies, Dick. She was, indeed, a pedlar's daughter, and sold many laces.

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

home.

[Aside. 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. [Aside. * Cade. Valiant I am.

Smith. 'A must needs; for beggary is valiant.

Cade. I am able to endure much.

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Dick. No question of that; for I have seen him

whipp'd three market days together. Cude. I fear neither sword nor fire.

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

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

[Aside. Cade. Be brave then; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be, in Englaud, seven half-penny loaves sold for a penny: the three hoop'd pot shall have ten hoops; and I will make it felony, to drink small beer: all the realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass. And, when I am King, (as King I will be)

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All. God save your Majesty!

Cade. I thank you, good people: there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel 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.

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Cade. Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of 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 the bee's wax; for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never mine own man since. How now? who's there?

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Enter some, bringing in the Clerk of Chatham?

Smith. The clerk of Chatham: he can write and read, and cast accompt.

Cade. O monstrous!

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Smith. We took him setting of boy's copies.
Cade. Here's a villain!

Smith. H'as a book in his pocket, with red letters in't.

Cade. Nay, then he is a conjurer.

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

Cade. I am sorry for't: the man is a proper mao, on mine honour; unless I find him guilty, ' he shall not die. Come hither, sirrah, I

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must examine thee: What is thy name?

Clerk. Emmanuel.

Diek. They use to write it on the top of let"Twill go hard with you.

ters;

< Cade. Let me alone:

Dost thou use to

write thy name; or hast thou a mark to thyself, like an honest plain-dealing man?

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

All. He hath confess'd; away with him; he's a villain, and a traitor.

Cade. Away with him, I say: hang him with his pen and inkhorn about his neck.

[Exeunt some with the Clerk.

Enter MICHAEL.

Mich. Where's our general?

Cade. Here I am, thou particular fellow. Mich. Fly, fly, fly! Sir Humphrey 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? Mich. No.

Cade. To equal him, I will make myself a knight presently; Rise up sir John Mortimer. Now have at him,

Enter sir Humphrey STAFFORD, and William his. Brother, with drum and forces.

Staf. Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Kent,

*Mark'd for the gallows,

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down,

lay your weapons

Home to your cottages, forsake this groom;The King is merciful, if you revolt.

*W. Staf. But angry, wrathful, and inclin'd to blood,

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*If you go forward: therefore yield, or die. Cade. As for these silken-coated slaves, I

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not;

It is to you, good people, that I speak,
O'er whom, in time to come, I hope reign
For I am rightful heir unto the crown.

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Stuf. Villain, thy father was a plasterer; And thou thyself, a shearman, Art thou not? Cade. And Adam was a gardener.

W. Staf. And what of that? Cade. Marry, this:

Married the Duke of

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Staf. Av, Sir.

Edmund Mortimer,

Earl of March, Clarence' daughter; Did he not?

Cade. By her he had two children at one birth. W. Staf. That's false.

Cade. Ay, there's the question; but, I say 'tis true:

The elder of them, being put to nurse,

Was by a beggar-woman stol'n away;
And, ignorant of his birth and parentage,
Became a bricklayer, when he came to age:
His son am I, deny it, if you can.

Dick. Nay, 'tis too true; therefore he shall be
King.

Smith. Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it; therefore, deny it not. `

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Staf. And will you credit this base drudge's words,

That speaks he knows not what?

* All. Ay, marry, will we; therefore get ye

gone.

W. Staf. Jack Cade, the Duke of York hath taught you this.

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