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London. Cannon Street.
[Enter CADE and the rest, and strikes his staff on London-stone]
CADE
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Now is | Morti|mer lord | of this | city,
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And here,| sitting | upon | London | stone,
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I || charge and | command,| that of |
the ci|ty's cost
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The pis|sing-con|duit run | nothing | but
clar||et wine
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This first | year of | our reign.
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And now || hencefor|ward it | shall
be | treason for | any,
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That calls | me oth|er than / Lord Mort|imer.
[Enter a Soldier, running]
SOLDIER
Jack Cade, Jack Cade.
CADE
Knock him down there.
[They kill him]
SMITH
If this fellow be wise, he'll never call ye Jack Cade more, I think he hath
a very fair warning.
DICK
My lord, there's an army gathered together in Smithfield.
CADE
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Come, then | let's go fight | with them:|
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But first,| go and set Lond|on Bridge | on
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And if | you can,| burn down the Tow|er too.
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Come, let's away. \\
[Exeunt]