The Bodleian First Folio

Here's a Villaine.

Ha's a Booke in his pocket with red Letters in't

Nay then he is a Coniurer.

Nay, he can make Obligations, and write Court

hand.

I am sorry for't: The man is a proper man of

mine Honour: vnlesse I finde him guilty, he shall not die.

Come hither sirrah, I must examine thee: What is thy

name?

Emanuell.

They vse to writ it on the top of Letters: 'Twill

go hard with you.

Let me alone: Dost thou vse to write thy name?

Or hast thou a make to thy selfe, like a honest plain dea­

ling man?

Sir I thanke God, I haue bin so well brought

vp, that I can write my name.

He hath confest: away with him: he's a Villaine

and a Traitor.

Away with him I say: Hang him with his Pen

and Inke‑horne about his necke.

Where's our Generall?

Heere I am thou particular fellow.

Fly, fly, fly, Sir Humfrey Stafford and his brother

are hard by, with the Kings Forces.

Stand villaine, stand, or Ile fell thee downe: he

shall be encountred with a man as good as himselfe. He

is but a Knight, is a?

No.

To equall him I will make my selfe a knight pre­

sently; Rise vp Sir Iohn Mortimer. Now haue at him.

And Adam was a Gardiner.

And what of that?

Marry, this Edmund Mortimer Earle of March,

married the Duke of Clarence daughter, did he not?

I sir.

By her he had two children at one birth.

That's false.

Nay, 'tis too true, therefore he shall be King.

Sir, he made a Chimney in my Fathers house,&

the brickes are aliue at this day to testifie it: therefore

deny it not.

And will you credit this base Drudges Wordes,

that speakes he knowes not what.

I marry will we: therefore get ye gone.

Iacke Cade, the D. Duke of York hath taught you this.

He lyes, for I inuented it my selfe. Go too Sir­

rah, tell the King from me, that for his Fathers sake Hen­ ry the fift, (in whose time, boyes went to Span‑counter

for French Crownes) I am content he shall raigne, but Ile

be Protector ouer him.

And furthermore, wee'l haue the Lord Sayes

head, for selling the Dukedome of Maine.

And good reason: for thereby is England main'd

And faine to go with a staffe, but that my puissance holds

it vp. Fellow‑Kings, I tell you, that that Lord Say hath

gelded the Commonwealth, and made it an Eunuch: &

more then that, he can speake French, and therefore hee is

a Traitor.

O grosse and miserable ignorance.

Nay answer if you can: The Frenchmen are our

enemies: go too then, I ask but this: Can he that speaks

with the tongue of an enemy, be a good Councellour, or

no?

No, no, and therefore wee'l haue his head.

They are all in order, and march toward vs.

But then are we in order, when we are most out

of order. Come, march forward.

Where's Dicke, the Butcher of Ashford?

Heere sir.

They fell before thee like Sheepe and Oxen, &

thou behaued'st thy selfe, as if thou hadst beene in thine

owne Slaughter‑house: Therfore thus will I reward thee,

the Lent shall bee as long againe as it is, and thou shalt

haue a License to kill for a hundred lacking one.

I desire no more.

And to speake truth, thou deseru'st no lesse.

This Monument of the victory will I beare, and the bo­

dies sha1l be dragg'd at my horse heeles, till I do come to

London, where we will haue the Maiors sword born be­

fore vs.

If we meane to thriue, and do good, breake open

the Gaoles, and let out the Prisoners.

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

towards London.