Kin. Oh gracelesse men: they know not what they do

Buck. My gracious Lord, retire to Killingworth,
Vntill a power be rais'd to put them downe

Qu. Ah were the Duke of Suffolke now aliue,
These Kentish Rebels would be soone appeas'd

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