Alarums to the battaile, and sir _Humphrey Stafford_ and his brother is
slaine. Then enter _Iacke Cade_ againe and the rest.
_Cade._ Sir Dicke Butcher, thou hast fought to day most valianly,
[dan001] And knockt them down as if thou hadst bin in thy slaughter
house. And thus I will reward thee. The Lent shall be as long againe
as it was. Thou shalt haue licence to kil for foure score & one a
week. [dan004] Drumme strike vp, for now weele march to London, for
to morrow [dan005] I meane to sit in the Kings seate at Westminster.
[dan006]
_Exet omnes._