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.

Dick	If this fellow be wise, he'll never call ye Jack Cade more; 
	I think he hath a very fair warning.
							 [Takes a paper from the soldier's body.
	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.
