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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
cla||ret wine
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This first | year of | our reign.
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And now || hencefor|ward it | shall
be | treason | for a||ny
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That calls | me o|ther than / Lord Mor|timer.
[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
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]