Some saies tis the bees that sting, but I say, tis their waxe, for I am sure I neuer seald to any thing but once, and I was neuer mine ·dar015· owne man since. _Nicke._ But when shall we take vp those commodities Which you told vs of. _Cade._ Marry he that will lustily stand to it, [dar019] Shall go with me, and take vp these commodities following: [dar020] Item, a gowne, a kirtle, a petticoate, and a smocke. Enter _George_. _George._ My Lord, a prize, a prize, heres the Lord Say, Which sold the Townes in France. _Cade._ Come hither thou Say, thou George, thou buckrum lord, [dar024] What answere canst thou make vnto my mightinesse, ·dar025· For deliuering vp the townes in France to Mounsier bus mine cue, the Dolphin of France? And more then so, thou hast most traitorously erected a grammer schoole, to infect the youth of the realme, and against the Kings Crowne and dignitie, thou hast built vp a paper-mill, nay it wil be ·dar030· said to thy face, that thou kepst men in thy house that daily reades [dar031] of bookes with red letters, and talkes of a Nowne and a Verbe, and such abhominable words as no Christian eare is able to endure it. [dar033] And besides all that, thou hast appointed certaine Iustises of peace [dar034] in euery shire to hang honest men that steale for their liuing, and ·dar035· because they could not reade, thou hast hung them vp: Onely for which cause they were most worthy to liue. Thou ridest on a foot-cloth [dar037] doest thou not? _Say._ Yes, what of that? _Cade._ Marry I say, thou oughtest not to let thy horse weare a ·dar040· cloake, when an honester man then thy selfe, goes in his hose and doublet. _Say._ You men of Kent. _All._ Kent, what of Kent? _Say._ Nothing but _bona, terra_. [dar045] _Cade._ _Bonum terum_, sounds whats that? [dar046] _Dicke._ He speakes French. _Will._ No tis Dutch. _Dicke._ No tis outtalian, I know it well inough. [dar049] _Say._ Kent, in the Commentaries Cæsar wrote, ·dar050· Termde it the ciuel’st place of all this land, Then noble Country-men, heare me but speake, I sold not France, I lost not Normandie. [dar053] _Cade._ But wherefore doest thou shake thy head so? _Say._ It is the palsie and not feare that makes me. ·dar055· _Cade._ Nay thou nodst thy head, as who say, thou wilt be euen [dar056] with me, if thou getst away, but ile make the sure inough, now I [dar057] haue thee. Go take him to the standerd in Cheapeside and chop of [dar058] his head, and then go to milende-greene, to sir Iames Cromer his sonne in law, and cut off his head too, and bring them to me vpon ·dar060· two poles presently. (Away with him. _Exet_ one or two, with the Lord _Say_.