Enter _Iacke Cade_ at one doore, and at the other, maister _Alexander
Eyden_ and his men, and _Iack Cade_ lies downe picking of hearbes and
eating them.
_Eyden._ Good Lord how pleasant is this country life, [dat001]
This litle land my father left me here,
With my contented minde serues me as well,
As all the pleasures in the Court can yeeld,
Nor would I change this pleasure for the Court. ·dat005·
_Cade._ Sounes, heres the Lord of the soyle, Stand villaine, thou
[dat006] wilt betraie mee to the King, and get a thousand crownes for
my head, but ere thou goest, ile make thee eate yron like an Astridge,
[dat008] and swallow my sword like a great pinne.
_Eyden._ Why sawcy companion, why should I betray thee? ·dat010·
Ist not inough that thou hast broke my hedges,
And enterd into my ground without the leaue of me the owner, [dat012]
But thou wilt braue me too.
_Cade._ Braue thee and beard thee too, by the best blood of the
[dat014] Realme, looke on me well, I haue eate no meate this fine
dayes, yet ·dat015· and I do not leaue thee and thy fine men as dead
as a doore nayle, I [dat016] pray God I may neuer eate grasse more.
_Eyden._ Nay, it neuer shall be saide whilst the world doth stand,
[dat018] that Alexander Eyden an Esquire of Kent, tooke oddes to
combat with a famisht man, looke on me, my limmes are equall vnto
thine, ·dat020· and euery way as big, then hand to hand, ile combat
thee. Sirrha [dat021] fetch me weopons, and stand you all aside.
[dat022]
_Cade._ Now sword, if thou doest not hew this burly-bond churle
[dat023] into chines of beefe, I beseech God thou maist fal into some
smiths [dat024] hand, and be turnd to hob-nailes. [dat025]
_Eyden._ Come on thy way. (They fight, and _Cade_ fals downe.
_Cade._ Oh villaine, thou hast slaine the floure of Kent for
chiualrie, but it is famine & not thee that has done it, for come ten
thousand diuels, and giue me but the ten meales that I wanted this
fiue daies, and ile fight with you all, and so a poxe rot thee, for
Iack Cade must die. (He dies.
_Eyden._ Iack Cade, & was it that monstrous Rebell which I haue
[dat032] slaine. Oh sword ile honour thee for this, and in my chamber
shalt [dat033] thou hang as a monument to after age, for this great
seruice thou hast done to me. He drag him hence, and with my sword cut
off his [dat035] head, and beare it _Exet._ [dat036]