_Cade._ I thank you, good people: there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will   [bdb069] apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like   ·bdb070· brothers and worship me their lord. _Dick._ The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers. _Cade._ Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o’er,   [bdb075] should undo a man? Some say the bee stings: but I say, ’tis the bee’s wax; for I did but seal once to a thing, and I  [bdb077] was never mine own man since. How now! who’s there?   [bdb078] _Enter some, bringing forward the_ Clerk of Chatham. _Smith._ The clerk of Chatham: he can write and read   [bdb079] and cast accompt.   ·bdb080· _Cade._ O monstrous! _Smith._ We took him setting of boys’ copies. _Cade._ Here’s a villain! _Smith._ Has a book in his pocket with red letters in’t.   [bdb084] _Cade._ Nay, then, he is a conjuror.   [bdb085] _Dick._ Nay, he can make obligations, and write court-hand. _Cade._ I am sorry for’t: the man is a proper man, of mine honour; unless I find him guilty, he shall not die. Come hither, sirrah, I must examine thee: what is thy   ·bdb090· name? _Clerk._ Emmanuel. _Dick._ They use to write it on the top of letters: ’twill go hard with you. _Cade._ Let me alone. Dost thou use to write thy ·bdb095· name? or hast thou a mark to thyself, like an honest plain-dealing [bdb096] man? _Clerk._ Sir, I thank God, I have been so well brought up that I can write my name. _All._ He hath confessed: away with him! he’s a villain   [bdb100] and a traitor. _Cade._ Away with him, I say! hang him with his pen and ink-horn about his neck. [_Exit one with the Clerk._   [bdb103] _Enter_ MICHAEL. _Mich._ Where’s our general?   [bdb104] _Cade._ Here I am, thou particular fellow.   ·bdb105· _Mich._ Fly, fly, fly! Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother are hard by, with the king’s forces. _Cade._ Stand, villain, stand, or I’ll fell thee down. He shall be encountered with a man as good as himself: he is but a knight, is a’?   ·bdb110· _Mich._ No. _Cade._ To equal him, I will make myself a knight presently.   [bdb112] [_Kneels_] Rise up Sir John Mortimer. [_Rises_] Now   [bdb113] have at him!   [bdb114] _Enter_ SIR HUMPHREY STAFFORD _and his Brother, with drum and soldiers_. _Staf._ Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Kent,   [bdb115] Mark’d for the gallows, lay your weapons down; Home to your cottages, forsake this groom: The king is merciful, if you revolt.   [bdb118] _Bro._ But angry, wrathful, and inclined to blood,   [bdb119] If you go forward; therefore yield, or die.   ·bdb120· _Cade._ As for these silken-coated slaves, I pass not:   [bdb121] It is to you, good people, that I speak, Over whom, in time to come, I hope to reign; For I am rightful heir unto the crown.