Bevis.

Come, and get thee a sword^{5 note}, though made of a lath; they have been up these two days.

Hol.

They have the more need to sleep now then.

Bevis.

I tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier means to dress the commonwealth, and turn it, and set a new nap upon it.

Hol.

So he had need, for 'tis thread-bare. Well, I say, it was never merry world in England, since gentlemen came up.

Bevis.

O miserable age! Virtue is not regarded in handycrafts-men.

Hol.

The nobility think scorn to go in leather aprons.

Bevis.

Nay more, the king's council are no good workmen.

Hol.

True; And yet it is said,—Labour in thy vocation: which is as much to say as,—let the magistrates be labouring men; and therefore should we be magistrates.

Bevis.

Thou hast hit it: for there's no better sign of a brave mind, than a hard hand.

Hol.

I see them! I see them! There's Best's son, the tanner of Wingham.

Bevis.

He shall have the skins of our enemies, to make dog's leather of.

Hol.

And Dick the butcher,—

Bevis.

Then is sin struck down like an ox, and iniquity's throat cut like a calf.

Hol.

And Smith the weaver:—

Bevis.

Argo, their thread of life is spun.

Hol.

Come, come, let's fall in with them.

Cade.

We John Cade, so term'd of our supposed father,—

Dick.

Or rather, of stealing ^{6 note}

Cade.

For ^{7 note}

Dick.

Silence!

Cade.

My father was a Mortimer,—

Dick.

He was an honest man, and a good bricklayer.

Cade.

My mother a Plantagenet,—

Dick.

I knew her well, she was a midwife.

Cade.

My wife descended of the Lacies,—

Dick.

She was, indeed, a pedlar's daughter, and sold many laces.

Smith.

But, now of late, not able to travel with her ^{8 note}furr'd pack, she washes bucks here at home.

Cade.

Therefore am I of an honourable house.

Dick.

Ay, by my faith: the field is honourable; and there was he born, under a hedge; for his father had never a house, but the cage.

Cade.

Valiant I am.

Smith.

'A must needs; for beggary is valiant.

Cade.

I am able to endure much.

Dick.

No question of that; for I have seen him whipp'd three market days together.

Cade.

I fear neither sword nor fire.

Smith.

He need not fear the sword, for his coat is of proof.

Dick.

But, methinks, he should stand in fear of fire, being so often burnt i'the hand for stealing of sheep.

Cade.

Be brave then; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be, in England, seven half-penny loaves sold for a penny: the three-hoop'd pot shall have ten hoops^{9 note}; and I will make it felony, to drink small beer: all the realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfry go to grass. And, when I am king, (as king I will be)—

All.

God save your majesty!

Cade.

I thank you, good people:—^{1 note}there shall

be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers, and worship me their lord.

Dick.

The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.

Cade.

Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man? Some say, the bee stings: but I say, 'tis the bee's wax; for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never my own man since. How now? who's there?

Smith.

The clerk of Chatham: he can write and read, and cast accompt.

Cade.

O monstrous!

Smith.

We took him setting of boys copies.

Cade.

Here's a villain!

Smith.

H'as a book in his pocket, with red letters in't.

Cade.

Nay, then he is a conjurer.

Dick.

Nay, he can make obligations, and write court-hand.

Cade.

I am sorry for't: the man is a proper man, on mine honour; unless I find him guilty, he shall not die.—Come hither, sirrah, I must examine thee: What is thy name?

Clerk.

Emanuel.

Dick.

^{2 note}

Cade.

Let me alone:—Dost thou use to write thy name? or hast thou a mark to thyself, like an honest plain-dealing man?

Clerk.

Sir, I thank God, I have been so well brought up, that I can write my name.

All.

He hath confess'd: away with him; he's a villain, and a traitor.

Cade.

Away with him, I say: hang him with his pen and inkhorn about his neck.

Mich.

Where's our general?

Cade.

Here I am, thou particular fellow.

Mich.

Fly, fly, fly! sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother, are hard by, with the king's forces.

Cade.

Stand, villain, stand, or I'll fell thee down: He shall be encounter'd with a man as good as himself: He is but a knight, is a'?

Mich.

No.

Cade.

To equal him, I will make myself a knight presently; Rise up sir John Mortimer. Now have at him. Is there any more of them that be knights?

Mich.

Ay, his brother.

Cade.
Then kneel down, Dick Butcher;
Rise up sir Dick Butcher. Now sound up the drum.

Enter Sir Humphrey Stafford, and his Brother, with drum and soldiers.

Staf.
Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Kent,
Mark'd for the gallows,—lay your weapons down,
Home to your cottages, forsake this groom;—
The king is merciful, if you revolt.

Y. Staf.
But angry, wrathful, and inclin'd to blood,
If you go forward: therefore yield, or die.

Cade.
As for these silken-coated slaves, ^{3 note}

Staf.
Villain, thy father was a plaisterer;
And thou thyself, a shearman, Art thou not?

Cade.
And Adam was a gardener.

Y. Staf.
And what of that?

Cade.
Marry, this:—Edmund Mortimer, earl of March,
Married the duke of Clarence' daughter; Did he not?

Staf.
Ay, sir.

Cade.
By her he had two children at one birth.

Y. Staf.
That's false.

Cade.
Ay, there's the question; but, I say, 'tis true:
The elder of them, being put to nurse,
Was by a beggar-woman stol'n away;
And, ignorant of his birth and parentage,
Became a bricklayer, when he came to age:
His son am I; deny it, if you can.

Dick.
Nay, 'tis too true; therefore he shall be king.

Smith.

Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it; therefore, deny it not.

Staf.

And will you credit this base drudge's words, That speaks he knows not what?

All.

Ay, marry will we; therefore get you gone.

Y. Staf.

Jack Cade, the duke of York hath taught you this.

Cade.

He lies, for I invented it myself. Aside.— Go to, sirrah, Tell the king from me, that—for his father's sake, Henry the fifth, in whose time boys went to span-counter for French crowns,—I am content he shall reign; but I'll be protector over him.

Dick.

And, furthermore, we'll have the lord Say's head, for selling the dukedom of Maine.

Cade.

And good reason; for thereby is England maim'd, and fain to go with a staff, but that my puissance holds it up. Fellow kings, I tell you, that that lord Say hath gelded the common-wealth, and made it an eunuch: and more than that, he can speak French, and therefore he is a traitor.

Staf.

O gross and miserable ignorance!

Cade.

Nay, answer, if you can: The Frenchmen are our enemies: go to then, I ask but this; Can he, that speaks with the tongue of an enemy, be a good counsellor, or no?

All.

No, no; and therefore we'll have his head.

Y. Staf.
Well, seeing gentle words will not prevail,
Assail them with the army of the king.

Staf.
Herald, away: and, throughout every town,
Proclaim them traitors that are up with Cade;
That those, which fly before the battle ends,
May, even in their wives' and childrens' sight,
Be hang'd up for example at their doors:—
And you, that be the king's friends, follow me. [Exeunt the two Staffords, with their train.

Cade.
And you, that love the commons, follow me.—
Now shew yourselves men, 'tis for liberty.
We will not leave one lord, one gentleman:
Spare none, but such as go in clouted shoon;

For they are thrifty honest men, and such
As would (but that they dare not) take our parts.

Dick.

They are all in order; and march toward us.

Cade.

But then are we in order, when we are most out of order. Come, march forward,