Cade.

Where's Dick, the butcher of Ashford?

Dick.

Here, sir.

Cade.

They fell before thee like sheep and oxen, and thou behavedst thyself as if thou hadst been in thine own slaughter-house: therefore thus will I ^note reward thee, the Lent shall be as long again ^note as it is; and thou shalt have a license to kill for a hundred lacking one ^note.

Dick.

I desire no more.

Cade.

And, to speak truth, thou deservest no less. This monument of the victory will I bear [putting on Sir Humphrey's brigandine ^note]; and the bodies shall be dragged at my horse ^note 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, ^note break open the gaols ^note and let out the prisoners.

Cade.

Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let's march towards London.

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