SCENE VI. London. Cannon Street. Enter CADE and the rest, and strikes his staff on London-stone CADE 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 SOLDIER Jack Cade! Jack Cade! CADE Knock him down there. They k** him SMITH If this fellow be wise, he'll never call ye Jack Cade more: I think he hath a very fair warning. DICK My lord, there's an army gathered together in Smithfield. CADE 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. Exeunt