Enter Cade and the rest, and strikes his staff on London-stone
Now is Mortimer lord of this city. And here, sitting upon London-stone, I charge and command that, of the city's cost, the pissing-conduit run nothing but claret wine this first year of our reign. And now henceforward it shall be treason for any that calls me other than Lord Mortimer.
Enter a Soldier, running
They kill him
If this fellow be wise, he'll never call ye Jack Cade more: I think he hath a very fair warning.
Come, then, let's go fight with them; but first, go and set London bridge on fire; and, if you can, burn down the Tower too. Come, let's away.