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| SCENE VI. London. Cannon Street. |
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Enter CADE and the rest, and strikes his staff on London-stone
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| CADE |
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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
5 henceforward it shall be treason for any that calls
me other than Lord Mortimer.
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Enter a Soldier, running
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| Soldier |
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Jack Cade! Jack Cade!
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| CADE |
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Knock him down there.
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They kill him
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| SMITH |
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If this fellow be wise, he'll never call ye Jack
10 Cade more: I think he hath a very fair warning.
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| DICK |
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My lord, there's an army gathered together in
Smithfield.
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| CADE |
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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.
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Exeunt
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