*Say. Ah, countrymen! if, when you make your *God should be so obdurate as yourselves, Dick. My lord, when shall we go to Cheapside, 'All. O brave! your backs with burdens, take your houses over your heads, ravish your wives and daughters before your faces: For me,-I will make shift for one; and so-God's curse light upon you all! 'All. We'll follow Cade, we'll follow Cade. Clif. Is Cade the son of Henry the Fifth, That thus you do exclaim-you'll go with him? Will he conduct you through the heart of France, And make the meanest of you earls and dukes? Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to; Nor knows he how to live, but by the spoil, Unless, by robbing of your friends, and us. Wer't not a shame, that whilst you live at jar, I see them lording it in London streets, All. A Clifford! a Clifford! we'll follow the Re-enter Rebels, with the heads of Lord Say and king, and Clifford. his son-in-law. 'Cade. But is not this braver?-Let them kiss ' one another, for they loved well, when they were 'alive. Now part them again, lest they consult about the giving up of some more towns in France. Soldiers, defer the spoil of the city until night: for with these borne before us, instead of maces, 'will we ride through the streets; and, at every • corner, have them kiss.-Away! [Exeunt. SCENE VIII.-Southwark. Alarum. Enter Cade, and all his rabblement. *Cade. Up Fish-street! down Saint Magnus' corner! kill and knock down! throw them into Thames !-[A parley sounded, then a retreat. * What noise is this I hear? Dare any be so bold * to sound retreat or parley, when I command them * kill? Enter Buckingham, and Old Clifford, with forces. Buck. Ay, here they be that dare and will disturb thee: Know, Cade, we come ambassadors from the king Unto the commons whom thou hast misled; And here pronounce free pardon to them all, "That will forsake thee, and home in peace. Cliff. What say ye, countrymen? will ye relent, And yield to mercy, whilst 'tis offer'd you; 'Or let a rabble lead you to your deaths? 4 go Who loves the king, and will embrace his pardon, Fling up his cap, and say--God save his majesty Who hateth him, and honours not his father, Henry the Fifth, that made all France to quake, Shake he his weapon at us, and pass by. All. God save the king! God save the king! 'Cade. What, Buckingham, and Clifford, are ye so brave?-And you, base peasants, do ye believe him? will you needs be hanged with your 'pardons about your necks? Hath my sword there'fore broke through London Gates, that you should leave me at the White Hart in Southwark? I thought, ye would never have given out these arms, 'till you had recovered your ancient freedom: but 'you are all recreants, and dastards; and delight 'to live in slavery to the nobility. Let them break (1) A dæmon who was supposed to attend at call. 'Cade. Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro, as this multitude? the name of Henry the Fifth hales them to a hundred mischiefs, and makes them leave me desolate. I see them lay their heads together, to surprise me: my sword make way for me, for here is no staying.-In despite of the devils and hell, have through the very midst of you! and heavens and honour be witness, that no want of resolution in me, but only my followers' base and ignominious treasons, makes me betake 'me to my heels. [Exit. 'Buck. What, is he fled? go some, and follow him; And he, that brings his head unto the king, Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward.[Exeunt some of them. Follow me, soldiers; we'll devise a mean To reconcile you all unto the king. [Exeunt. SCENE IX-Kenelworth Castle. Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, and Somerset, on the terrace of the castle. * K. Hen. Was ever king that joy'd an earthly throne, *And could command no more content than I? Enter Buckingham and Clifford. * Buck. Health, and glad tidings, to your majesty! *K. Hen. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor, Cade, surpris'd? *Or is he but retir'd to make him strong? Enter, below, a great number of Cade's followers, with halters about their necks. 'Clif. He's fled, my lord, and all his powers do yield; And humbly thus, with halters on their necks, K. Hen. Then, heaven, set ope thy everlasting gates, To entertain my vows of thanks and praise !--Soldiers, this day have you redeem'd your lives, Scene-X. SECOND PART OF KING HENRY VI. 'And show'd how well you love your prince and 'Continue still in this so good a mind, Enter a Messenger. *Mess. Please it your grace to be advertised, * The duke of York is newly come from Ireland: * And with a puissant and a mighty power, * Of Gallowglasses, and stout Kernes,! *Is marching hitherward in proud array; * And still proclaimeth, as he comes along, And sends the poor well-pleased from my gate. Iden. Why, rude companion, whatsoe'er thou be, Cade. Brave thee? ay, by the best blood that ever was broached, and beard thee too. Look on me well: I have eat no meat these five days; yet, come thou and thy five men, and if I do not leave you all 'The duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traitor.as dead as a door nail, I pray God, I may never *K. Hen. Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade * His arms are only to remove from thee and York distress'd; eat grass more. Iden. Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while England stands, * Like to a ship, that, having scap'd a tempest, I* pray thee, Buckingham, go forth and meet him; * I'll yield myself to prison willingly, *K. Hen. In any case, be not too rough in terms; *For yet may England curse my wretched reign. Enter Iden, with Servants. Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent, Thy leg a stick, compar'd with this truncheon; My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast; And if mine arm be heaved in the air, Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth. As for more words, whose greatness answers words, *Cade. By my valour, the most complete cham- Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed, To emblaze the honour that thy master got. * Iden. How much thou wrong'st me, heaven • Iden. Lord, who would live turmoiled in the * And as I thrust thy body in with my sword, court, And may enjoy such quiet walks as these? • Contenteth me, and is worth a monarchy. I seek not to wax great by others' waning; Or gather wealth, I care not with what envy; • Sufficeth, that I have maintains my state, ACT V. SCENE I.-The same. Fields between Dartford and Blackheath. The King's camp on one side. On the other, enter York attended, with drum and colours: his forces at some distance. York. From Ireland thus comes York, to claim his right, 'And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head: 'Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright, To entertain great England's lawful king. Ah, sancta majestas! who would not buy thee dear? 'Let them obey, that know not how to rule; This hand was made to handle nought but gold: 'I cannot give due action to my words, 'Except a sword or sceptre balance it, 'A sceptre shall it have, have I a soul; 'On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France. Enter Buckingham. 'Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me? The king hath sent him, sure: I must dissemble. 'Buck. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well. York. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting. I 'Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure? 'Buck. A messenger from Henry, our dread liege, To know the reason of these arms in peace; 'Or why, thou-being a subject as am,Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn, 'Should'st raise so great a power without his leave, 'Or dare to bring thy force so near the court. York. Scarce can I speak, my choler Buck. That is too much presumption on thy powers. all Soldiers, I thank you all: disperse yourselves; Meet me to-morrow in Saint George's field, You shall have pay, and every thing you wish. * And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry, *Command eldest son,-nay, my my sons, * As pledges of my fealty and love, * I'll send them all as willing as I live; *Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have * Is his to use, so Somerset may die. Buck. York, I commend this kind submission: We twain will go into his highness' tent. Enter King Henry, attended. 'K. Hen. Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us, That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? * York. In all submission and humility, *York doth present himself unto your highness. *K. Hen. Then what intend these forces thou dost bring? York. To heave the traitor Somerset from And fight against that monstrous rebel, Cade, Enter Iden, with Cade's head. 'Iden. If one so rude, and of so mean condition, May pass into the presence of a king, Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head, The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew. 'K. Hen. The head of Cade?-Great God, how just art thou! 'O, let me view his visage, being dead, That living wrought me such exceeding trouble. Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew him? • Iden. I was, an't like your majesty. 'K. Hen. How art thou call'd?" and what is thy degree? Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name; A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king. *Buck. So please it you, my lord, 'twere not amiss *He were created knignt for his good service. 'K. Hen. Iden, kneel down. [He kneels.] Rise up a knight. We give thee for reward a thousand marks; And will, that thou henceforth attend on us. Iden. May Iden live to merit such a bounty, And never live but true unto his liege! K. Hen. See, Buckingham! Somerset comes with the queen ; 'Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. Enter Queen Margaret and Somerset. 'Q. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his head, But boldly stand, and front him to his face. York. How now! Is Somerset at liberty? "Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison'd thoughts, And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart. Shall I endure the sight of Somerset ? False king! why hast thou broken faith with me, Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse? King did I call thee? no, thou art not king; 'Not fit to govern and rule multitudes, Which dar'st not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor. That head of thine doth not become a crown; Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff, And not to grace an awful princely sceptre. That gold must round engirt these brows of mine; Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear, Is able with the change to kill and cure. Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up, And with the same to act controlling laws. Give place; by heaven, thou shalt rule no more O'er him, whom heaven created for thy ruler. 'Som. O monstrous traitor!-I arrest thee, York, Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown: *Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace. *York. Would'st have me kneel? first let me ask of these, *If they can brook I bow a knee to man.-*Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail; [Exit an attendant. *I know, ere they will have me go to ward,2 Custody, confinement. * They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchise-||* Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son! ment. 'Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come amain, *To say, if that the bastard boys of York Shall be the surety for their traitor father. * York. O blood-bespotted Neapolitan, * Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge! The sons of York, thy betters in their birth, 'Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those That for my surety will refuse the boys. Enter Edward and Richard Plantagenet, with forces, at one side; at the other, with forces also, Old Clifford and his son. • Makes him oppose himself against his king. Clif. He is a traitor; let him to the Tower, And chop away that factious pate of his. Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey; His sons, he says, shall give their words for him. York. Will you not, sons? Edw. Ay, noble father, if our words will serve. Rich. And if words will not, then our weapons shall. *Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we here! *York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so; * I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.'Call hither to the stake my two brave bears,1 That, with the very shaking of their chains, * They may astonish these fell lurking curs; * Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me. Drums. Enter Warwick and Salisbury, forces. with Clif. Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears 'And manacle the bear-ward2 in their chains, Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur *Run back and bite, because he was withheld; * Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw, *Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs, and cry'd: * And such a piece of service will you do, If you oppose yourselves to match lord Warwick. *Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump, * As crooked in thy manners as thy shape! *York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon. *Clif. Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves. *K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow? * Old Salisbury,-shame to thy silver hair, (1) The Nevils, earls of Warwick, had a bear and ragged staff for their crest. (2) Bear-keeper. * What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian, * And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles? *O, where is faith? O, where is loyalty? * If it be banish'd from the frosty head, * Where shall it find a harbour in the earth?--*Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war, *And shame thine honourable age with blood? *Why art thou old, and want'st experience *Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it? * For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me, * That bows unto the grave with mickle age. The title of this most renowned duke; *Sal. My lord, I have considered with myself And in my conscience do repute his grace * The rightful heir to England's royal seat. *K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me? * Sal. I have. *K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for such an oath? * Sal. It is great sin, to swear unto a sin; *But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath. *Who can be bound by any solemn vow *To do a murderous deed, to rob a man, * To force a spotless virgin's chastity, *To reave the orphan of his patrimony, *To wring the widow from her custom'd right; *And have no other reason for this wrong, But that he was bound by a solemn oath? Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister. K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself. · 'York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast, I am resolv'd for death, or dignity. Clif. The first, I warrant thee, if dreams prove true. 'War. You were best to go to bed, and dream again, To keep thee from the tempest of the field. Clif. I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm, Than any thou canst conjure up to-day; And that I'll write upon thy burgonet, Might I but know thee by thy household badge. War. Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's crest, The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff, Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me! 'How now, my noble lord? what, all a-foot? 'But match to match I have encountered him, Enter Clifford. 'War. Of one or both of us the time is come. York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chace, For I myself must hunt this deer to death. War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou 'As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, [Exit Warwick. Clif. What seest thou in me, York? Why dost thou pause? 'York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love, 'But that thou art so fast mine enemy. Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem, But that 'tis shown ignobly, and in treason. Clif. My soul and body on the action both!- *Meet I an infant of the house of York, As did Eneas old Anchises bear, *Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine. [Exit. Rich. So, lie thou there; For, underneath an ale-house' paltry sign, Hath made the wizard famous in his death.-- Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still : *Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. [Exit. Alarums: Excursions. Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, and others, retreating. 'Q. Mar. Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame, away! *K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens? good Margaret, stay. * Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll not *Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, If you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom 'Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will!* May readily be stopp'd. Enter Young Clifford. [Exit. *Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the *Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds Hot coals of vengeance!-Let no soldier fly : *He that is truly dedicate to war, * Hath no self-love; nor he, that loves himself, To cease !3-Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, mine, *It shall be stony. York not our old men spares; (1) A dreadful wager; a tremendous stake. Enter Young Clifford. *Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mis- *I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly; SCENE III-Fields near Saint Albans. Alar- 'York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him; Rich. Persuaded him from any further act: |