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.