1 Now is Mortimer lord of this city. And here, sitting 2 upon London-stone, I charge and command that, of the 3 city's cost, the pissing-conduit run nothing but 4 claret wine this first year of our reign. And now 5 henceforward it shall be treason for any that calls 6 me other than Lord Mortimer.
Enter a Soldier, running
7 Jack Cade! Jack Cade!
8 Knock him down there.
They kill him
9 If this fellow be wise, he'll never call ye Jack 10 Cade more: I think he hath a very fair warning.
11 My lord, there's an army gathered together in 12 Smithfield.
13 Come, then, let's go fight with them; but first, go 14 and set London bridge on fire; and, if you can, burn 15 down the Tower too. Come, let's away.