mayst be turned to hobnails.
Here they fight. CADE falls
O, I am slain! famine and no other hath slain me:
let ten thousand devils come against me, and give
but the ten meals I have lost, and I'll defy them
all. Wither, garden; and be henceforth a
to all that do dwell in this house,
because the unconquered soul of Cade is fled.
Is't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous traitor?
Sword, I will hollow thee for this thy deed,
thee o'er my tomb when I am dead:
Ne'er shall this blood be wiped from thy point;
But thou shalt wear it
as a herald's coat,
To emblaze the honour that thy master got.
Iden, farewell, and be proud of thy victory. Tell
Kent from me, she hath lost her best man, and exhort
the world to be cowards; for I, that never
feared any, am vanquished by famine, not by valour.
How much thou wrong'st me, heaven be my judge.
Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare thee;
as I thrust thy body in with my sword,
So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell.
Hence will I drag thee
headlong by the heels
Unto a dunghill which shall be thy grave,
And there cut off thy most ungracious
Which I will bear in triumph to the king,
Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon.
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