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London. The Tower.
Enter LORD SCALES upon the Tower, walking. Then enter two or three Citizens below.

How now! is Jack Cade slain?

First Cit.
No, my lord, nor likely to be
slain; for they have won the bridge, killing all
those that withheld them: the lord mayor
craves aid of your honour from the Tower to
defend the city from the rebels.

Such aid as I can spare you shall command;
But I am troubled here with them myself;
The rebels have assay'd to win the Tower. (10)
But get you to Smithfield and gather head,
And thither I will send you Matthew Goffe;
Fight for your king, your country and your lives;
And so, farewell, for I must hence again. [Exeunt.

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