7. SCENE VII. London. Smithfield.
[Alarums. MATTHEW GOFFE is slain, and all the rest. Then enter
JACK CADE, with his company.]
So, sirs.--Now go some and pull down the Savoy; others
to the inns of court; down with them all.
I have a suit unto your lordship.
Be it a lordship, thou shalt have it for that word.
Only that the laws of England may come out of
[Aside.] Mass, 't will be sore law, then; for he
was thrust in the mouth with a spear, and 't is not whole yet.
[Aside.] Nay, John, it will be stinking law, for his
breath stinks with eating toasted cheese.
I have thought upon it, it shall be so. Away, burn
all the records of the realm. My mouth shall be the parliament
[Aside.] Then we are like to have biting statutes,
unless his teeth be pulled out.
And henceforward all things shall be in common.
[Enter a Messenger.]
My lord, a prize, a prize! here's the Lord
Say, which sold the towns in France; he that made us pay
one and twenty fifteens, and one shilling to the pound, the
[Enter GEOGE BEVIS, with the LORD SAY.]