SCENE III. Another part of BlackheathAlarums to the fight, wherein both the STAFFORDS are slain.
Enter CADE and the rest
CADE. Where's d**k, the butcher of Ashford?
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 shall be as long
again as it is, and thou shalt have a licence to kill for a
hundred lacking one.
DICK. I desire no more.
CADE. And, to speak truth, thou deserv'st no less. [Putting on SIR
HUMPHREY'S brigandine] This monument of the victory will I bear,
and the bodies shall be dragged at my horse heels till I do come
to London, where we will have the mayor's sword borne before us.
DICK. If we mean to thrive and do good, break op
