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Iden, farewell, and be proud of thy victory. Tell Kent from me she hath lost
her best man, and exhort all the world to be cowards; for I, that never
feared any, am vanquished by famine, not by valour.

Dies.

IDEN

How much thou wrong’st me, heaven be my judge. [75]
Die, damnèd wretch, the curse of her that bore thee;
And as I thrust thy body in with my sword,
So wish I I might thrust thy soul to hell.
Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels
Unto a dunghill, which shall be thy grave, [80]
And there cut off thy most ungracious head
Which I will bear in triumph to the king,
Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon.

Exit [with Cade’s body].