Act 4, Scene 6
London. Cannon Street.
Enter JACK CADE and the rest, and strikes his staff on London-stone.
Jack Cade
Now is Mortimer lord of this city. And here, sitting upon London Stone, I charge and command that, of the city's cost, the pissing-conduit run nothing but claret wine this first year of our reign. And now henceforward it shall be treason for any that calls me other than Lord Mortimer.
Soldiers
Jack Cade! Jack Cade!
Jack Cade
Knock him down there.
Smith the weaver
If this fellow be wise, he'll never call ye Jack Cade more: I think he hath a very fair warning.
Dick the butcher
My lord, there's an army gathered together in Smithfield.
Jack Cade
Come, then, let's go fight with them: but first, go and set London bridge on fire; and, if you can, burn down the Tower too. Come, let's away.