_Cade._ But then are we in order when we are most out of order. Come, march forward. [_Exeunt._   [bdb183] SCENE III. _Another part of Blackheath_. _Alarums to the fight, wherein both the_ STAFFORDS _are slain. Enter_ CADE _and the rest_. _Cade._ Where’s Dick, the butcher of Ashford?   [bdc001] _Dick._ Here, sir. _Cade._ They fell before thee like sheep and oxen, and thou behavedst thyself as if thou hadst been in thine own slaughter-house: therefore thus will I reward thee, the Lent   [bdc005] shall be as long again as it is; and thou shalt have a license [bdc006] to kill for a hundred lacking one.   [bdc007] _Dick._ I desire no more. _Cade._ And, to speak truth, thou deservest no less. This monument of the victory will I bear [_putting on Sir Humphrey’s [bdc010] brigandine_]; and the bodies shall be dragged at my horse heels till I do come to London, where we will have   [bdc012] the mayor’s sword borne before us. _Dick._ If we mean to thrive and do good, break open   [bdc014] the gaols and let out the prisoners.   [bdc015] _Cade._ Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let’s march towards London. [_Exeunt._ SCENE IV. _London. The palace_. _Enter the_ KING _with a supplication, and the_ QUEEN _with Suffolk’s head, the_ DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM _and the_ LORD SAY. _Queen._ Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind   [bdd001] And makes it fearful and degenerate; Think therefore on revenge and cease to weep. But who can cease to weep and look on this? Here may his head lie on my throbbing breast:   ·bdd005· But where’s the body that I should embrace? _Buck._ What answer makes your grace to the rebels’ supplication? _King._ I’ll send some holy bishop to entreat; For God forbid so many simple souls   ·bdd010· Should perish by the sword! And I myself, Rather than bloody war shall cut them short,   [bdd012] Will parley with Jack Cade their general: But stay, I’ll read it over once again. _Queen._ Ah, barbarous villains! hath this lovely face   ·bdd015· Ruled, like a wandering planet, over me, And could it not enforce them to relent, That were unworthy to behold the same? _King._ Lord Say, Jack Cade hath sworn to have thy head. _Say._ Ay, but I hope your highness shall have his.   ·bdd020· _King._ How now, madam! Still lamenting and mourning for Suffolk’s death?   [bdd022] I fear me, love, if that I had been dead,   [bdd023] Thou wouldest not have mourn’d so much for me.   [bdd024] _Queen._ No, my love, I should not mourn, but die for thee.   [bdd025] _Enter a_ Messenger. _King._ How now! what news? why comest thou in such haste?