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London. Cannon street

Enter JACK CADE and the rest, and strikes his staff on London Stone


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


Jack Cade! Jack Cade!


Knock him down there

[They kill him]


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


My lord, there's an army gathered together in Smithfield.


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


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