Act 4, Scene 3
Another part of Blackheath. Alarums to the fight, wherein both the STAFFORDS are slain.
Enter CADE and the rest.
Jack Cade
Where's Dick, the butcher of Ashford?
Dick the butcher
Here, sir.
Jack Cade
They fell before thee like sheep and oxen, and thou behavedst 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 license to kill for a hundred lacking one.
Dick the butcher
I desire no more.
Jack Cade
And, to speak truth, thou deservest no less. This monument of the victory will I bear; 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 the butcher
If we mean to thrive and do good, break open the gaols and let out the prisoners.
Jack Cade
Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let's march towards London.