HOLLAND

And Smith the weaver,–

BEVIS

Argo, their thread of life is spun.

HOLLAND

Come, come, let's fall in with them.

Drum. Enter CADE, DICK the Butcher, SMITH the Weaver, and a Sawyer, with infinite numbers

CADE

We John Cade, so termed of our supposed father,–

DICK

[Aside] Or rather, of stealing a cade of herrings.

CADE

For our enemies shall fall before us, inspired with
the spirit of putting down kings and princes,
–Command silence.

DICK

Silence!

CADE

My father was a Mortimer,–

DICK

[Aside] He was an honest man, and a good
bricklayer.

CADE

My mother a Plantagenet,–

DICK

[Aside] I knew her well; she was a midwife.

CADE

My wife descended of the Lacies,–

DICK

[Aside] She was, indeed, a pedler's daughter, and
sold many laces.

SMITH

[Aside] But now of late, notable to travel with her
furred pack, she washes bucks here at home.