Elsewhere on Blackheath.
 Alarums to the fight, wherein both the Staffords are slain.
 Enter CADE and the REST.

Cade	Where's Dick, the butcher of Ashford?

Dick	Here, sir.

Cade	They fell before thee like sheep and oxen, and thou 
	behaved'st thyself as if thou hadst been in thine own 
	slaughterhouse. Therefore thus will I reward thee: the Lent 
	shall be as long again as it is, and thou shalt have 
	licence to kill for a hundred lacking one.

Dick	I desire no more.

Cade	And, to speak truth, thou deserv'st no less.
	[Removing Stafford's armour.] This monument of the victory 
	will I bear; and the bodies shall be dragged at my horse 
	heels till I do come to London, where we will have the 
	Mayor's sword borne before us.

Dick	If we mean to thrive and do good, break open the gaols and 
	let out the prisoners.

Cade	Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let's march towards 
	London.
													[Exeunt with the bodies.
