1    Now is Mortimer lord of this city. And here, sitting
2    upon London-stone, I charge and command that, of the
3    city's cost, the pissing-conduit run nothing but
4    claret wine this first year of our reign. And now
5    henceforward it shall be treason for any that calls
6    me other than Lord Mortimer.

7    Jack Cade! Jack Cade!

8    Knock him down there.

9    If this fellow be wise, he'll never call ye Jack
10   Cade more: I think he hath a very fair warning.

11   My lord, there's an army gathered together in
12   Smithfield.

13   Come, then, let's go fight with them; but first, go
14   and set London bridge on fire; and, if you can, burn
15   down the Tower too. Come, let's away.