his friends;
So will the queen, that living held him dear. Exit with the body.

Scene II

Blackheath.

Enter George Bevis and John Holland.
Bevis Come, and get thee a sword, though made of a lath: they have been up these two days.
Holland They have the more need to sleep 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.
Holland So he had need, for ’tis threadbare. Well, I say it was never merry world in England since gentlemen came up.
Bevis O miserable age! virtue is not regarded in handicrafts-men.
Holland The nobility think scorn to go in leather aprons.
Bevis Nay, more, the king’s council are no good workmen.
Holland True; and yet it is said, labour in thy vocation; which is as much to say as, 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.
Holland I see them! I see them! there’s Best’s son, the tanner of Wingham⁠—
Bevis He shall have the skin of our enemies, to make dog’s-leather of.
Holland And Dick the Butcher⁠—
Bevis Then is sin struck down like an ox, and iniquity’s throat cut like a calf.
Holland And Smith the weaver⁠—
Bevis Argo, their thread of life is spun.
Holland Come, come, let’s fall in with them.
Drum. Enter Cade, Dick the Butcher, Smith the Weaver, and a Sawyer, with infinite numbers.
Cade We John Cade, so termed of our supposed father⁠—
Dick Aside. 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 Aside. He was an honest man, and a good bricklayer.
Cade My mother a Plantagenet⁠—
Dick Aside. I knew her well; she was a midwife.
Cade My wife descended of the Lacies⁠—
Dick Aside. She was, indeed, a peddler’s daughter, and sold many laces.
Smith Aside. But now of late, notable to travel with her furred pack, she washes bucks here at home.
Cade Therefore am I of an honourable house.
Dick Aside. Ay, by my faith, the field is honourable; and there was he borne, under a hedge, for his father had never a house but the cage.
Cade Valiant I am.
Smith Aside. A’ must needs; for beggary is valiant.
Cade I am able to endure much.
Dick Aside. No question of that; for I have seen him whipped three market-days together.
Cade I fear neither sword nor fire.
Smith Aside. He need not fear the sword; for his coat is of proof.
Dick Aside. But methinks he should stand in fear of fire, being burnt i’ the hand for stealing of sheep.
Cade Be brave, then; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny: the three-hooped 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—
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.
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?
Enter some, bringing forward the Clerk of Chatham.
Smith The clerk of Chatham: he can write and read and cast accompt.
Cade O monstrous!
Smith We took him setting of boys’ copies.
Cade Here’s a villain!
Smith Has 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 man, of mine honour; unless I find him guilty, he shall not die. Come hither, sirrah, I must examine thee: what is thy name?
Clerk Emmanuel.
Dick They use to write it on the top of letters: ’twill go hard with you.
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 confessed: away with him! he’s a villain and a traitor.
Cade Away with him, I say! hang him with his pen and ink-horn about his neck. Exit one with the Clerk.
Enter Michael.
Michael Where’s our general?
Cade Here I am, thou particular fellow.
Michael 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 encountered with a man as good as himself: he is but a knight, is a’?
Michael No.
Cade To equal him, I will make myself a knight presently. Kneels. Rise up Sir John Mortimer. Rises. Now have at him!
Enter Sir Humphrey Stafford and his Brother, with drum and soldiers.
Stafford

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.
Brother

But angry, wrathful, and inclined to blood,
If you go forward; therefore yield, or die.
Cade

As for these silken-coated slaves, I pass not:
It is to you, good people, that I speak,
Over whom, in time to come, I hope to reign;
For I am rightful heir unto the crown.
Stafford

Villain, thy father was a