Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Scales. Scales.
Scales. Such ayd as I can spare you shall command,
Scales. But I am troubled heere with them my selfe,
Scales. The Rebels haue assay'd to win the Tower.
Scales. But get you to Smithfield, and gather head,
Scales. And thither I will send you Mathew Goffe.
Scales. Fight for your King, your Countrey, and your Liues,
Scales. And so farwell, for I must hence againe.
Scales. Exeunt
Scales. [Act 4, Scene 6]
Scales. Enter Iacke Cade and the rest, and strikes his
Scales. staffe on London stone.
Cade. Cade.
Cade. Now is Mortimer Lord of this City,
Cade. And heere sitting vpon London Stone,
Cade. I charge and command, that of the Cities cost
Cade. The pissing Conduit run nothing but Clarret Wine
Cade. This first yeare of our raigne.
Cade. And now henceforward it shall be Treason for any,
Cade. That calles me other then Lord Mortimer.