London. Cannon street
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] SMITH If this fellow be wise, he'll never call ye Jack Cade more;
I think he hath a very fair warning.
DICK 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