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Chapter 226
SCENE VII. London. SmithfieldAlarums. MATTHEW GOFFE is slain, and all the rest. Then enter JACK CADE, with his company CADE. So, sirs. Now go some and pull down the Savoy; others to th' Inns of Court; down with them all. DICK. I have a suit unto your lordship. CADE. Be it a lordship, thou shalt have it for that word. DICK. Only that the laws of England may come out of your mouth. JOHN. [Aside] Mass, 'twill be sore law then; for he was thrust in the mouth with a spear, and 'tis not whole yet. SMITH. [Aside] Nay, John, it will be stinking law; for his breath stinks with eating toasted cheese. CADE. I have thought upon it; it shall be so. Away, burn all the records of the realm. My mouth shall be the Parliament of England. JOHN. [Aside] Then we are like to have biting statutes, u
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