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Dreamweaver
[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 slaughterhouse. 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.]