Act IV, Scene iii

[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

behavedst thyself as if thou hadst been in thine own

slaughter-house; therefore thus will I reward thee:

the 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 deservest no less.

This monument of the victory will I bear

[putting on Sir 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.

CADE.:

Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let's march towards

London.

[Exeunt.]