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CADE

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

[Exeunt.]

Scene III IT

Alarums to the fight, wherein both the Staffords are slain. Enter Cade
and the rest.

CADE

Where’s Dick, the butcher of Ashford?

DICK

Here, sir.

CADE

They fell before thee like sheep and oxen, and thou behaved’st thyself as if
thou hadst been in thine own slaughter-house; therefore thus will I reward
thee: the [5] Lent shall be as long again as it is; and thou shalt have a
licence to kill for a hundred lacking one.

DICK

I desire no more.

CADE

And, to speak truth, thou deserv’st no less. This monument of the victory
will I bear [putting on Sir [10] Humphrey’s brigandine], and the bodies
shall be dragged at my horse 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, break open the gaols and let out the
prisoners. [15]

CADE

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