4. SCENE IV. London. The Palace.
O graceless men! they know not what they do.
My gracious lord, retire to Killingworth
Until a power be rais'd to put them down.
Ah, were the Duke of Suffolk now alive,
These Kentish rebels would be soon appeas'd!
Lord Say, the traitors hate thee;
Therefore away with us to Killingworth.
So might your grace's person be in danger.
The sight of me is odious in their eyes;
And therefore in this city will I stay
And live alone as secret as I may.
[Enter another Messenger.]
Jack Cade hath gotten London bridge;
The citizens fly and forsake their houses.
The rascal people, thirsting after prey,
Join with the traitor, and they jointly swear
To spoil the city and your royal court.
Then linger not, my lord; away, take horse.
Come Margaret; God, our hope, will succour us.
My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceas'd.
Farewell, my lord; trust not the Kentish rebels.
Trust nobody, for fear you be betray'd.
The trust I have is in mine innocence,
And therefore am I bold and resolute.