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 it shall be treason for any that calls me other than Lord
Mortimer.
Enter a Soldier, running.
SOLDIER.
Jack Cade! Jack Cade!
CADE.
Knock him down there.
[_They kill him._]
DICK.
If this fellow be wise, he’ll never call ye Jack Cade more. I think he
hath a very fair warning. 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 down the Tower too. Come, let’s
away.
[_Exeunt._]