Shakespeare's First Folio · William Shakespeare
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King. Lord Say, the Traitors hateth thee, Therefore away with vs to Killingworth Say. So might your Graces person be in danger. The sight of me is odious in their eyes: And therefore in this Citty will I stay, And liue alone as secret as I may. Enter another Messenger. Mess. Iacke Cade hath gotten London-bridge. The Citizens flye and forsake their houses: The Rascall people, thirsting after prey, Ioyne with the Traitor, and they ioyntly sweare To spoyle the City, and your Royall Court Buc. Then linger not my Lord, away, take horse King. Come Margaret, God our hope will succor vs Qu. My hope is gone, now Suffolke is deceast King. Farewell my Lord, trust not the Kentish Rebels Buc. Trust no body for feare you betraid Say. The trust I haue, is in mine innocence, And therefore am I bold and resolute. Exeunt. Enter Lord Scales vpon the Tower walking. Then enters two or three Citizens below. Scales. How now? Is Iacke Cade slaine? 1.Cit. No my Lord, nor likely to be slaine: For they haue wonne the Bridge, Killing all those that withstand them: The L[ord]. Maior craues ayd of your Honor from the Tower To defend the City from the Rebels Scales. Such ayd as I can spare you shall command, But I am troubled heere with them my selfe, The Rebels haue assay'd to win the Tower. But get you to Smithfield, and gather head, And thither I will send you Mathew Goffe. Fight for your King, your Countrey, and your Liues, And so farwell, for I must hence againe.
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