tards; and delight to live in slavery to the nobility. Let them break your backs with burdens, take your houses over your heads, ravish your wives and daughters before your faces : For me, I'll 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,
The fearful French, whoin you late vanquished,
Should make a start o'er seas, and vanquish
you?

Methinks, already, in this civil broil,
I see them lording it in London streets,
Crying-Villageois! unto all they meet.
Better ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry,
Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman's
mercy.

To France, to France, and get what you have lost;

Spare England, for it is your native coast: Henry bath money, you are strong and manly; God on our side, doubt not of victory.

All. A Clifford ! A Clifford! We'll follow the king, and Clifford.

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 despight 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 bim;

And he that brings his head unto the king,
Shail 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?
No sooner was I crept out of my cradle,
But I was made a king at nine months old:
Was never subject long'd to be a king,
As I do long and wish to be a subject.

Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD. Buck. Health and glad tidings to your majesty!

K. Hen. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade surprized?

Or is be but retired 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 balters on their necks, Expect your highness' doom, of life or death. 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,
And show'd how well you love your prince and
country:

Continue still in this so good a mind,
And Heury, though he be infortunate,

Assure yourselves, will never be unkind :
And so, with thanks, and pardon to you all,
I do dismiss you to your several countries.
All. God save the king! God save the king!
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,
His arms are only to remove from thee
The duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traitor.
K. Hen. Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade
and York distress'd;

Like to a ship, that, having escaped a tempest, Is straightway calm'd, and boarded with a pirate: But now is Cade driven back, his men dis

Cade. Fie on ambition! Fie on myself; that have a sword, and yet am ready to famish! These five days have I hid me in these woods; and durst not peep out, for all the country is layed for me; but now am I so hungry, that if I might have a lease of my life for a thousand years, I could stay no longer. Wherefore, on a brick-wall have I climbed into this garden; to see if I can eat grass, or pick a sallet auother while, which is not amiss to cool a man's stomach this hot weather. And I think this word sallet was bern to do me good for many a time, but for a sallet,+ my brain-pan bad been cleft with a brown bill; and many a time, when I have been dry, and bravely marching, it hath serv'd me instead of a quart. pot to drink in; and now the word sallet must serve me to feed on.

Enter IDEN, with Servants.

Iden. Lord, who would live turmoiled in the

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 knight 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'a 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 at to govern and rule multitudes,
Which dar'st not, no, nor caust 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 1-1 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,

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 by image so; I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.Cali hither to the stake my two brave bears, 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. with Forces.

Clif. Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to death,

And manacle the bear ward in their chains, If thou dar'st bring them to the baiting-place.

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 pa, 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,
Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son !-
What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the
ruflian,

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 1-
Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,
And shame thine honourable age with blood?

ment.

Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come To say, if that the bastard boys of York [amain, 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.

See where they come; I'll warrant they'll make it good.

Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford to deny

their bail.

Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the
king!
[Kneels.
York. I thank thee, Clifford; Say, what news
with thee?

Nay, do not fright us with an angry look:
We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again;
For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.

Custody, confinement.

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.

Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself
The title of this most renowned duke;
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.

The Nevils, earls of Warwick, had a bea, and ragged staff for their crest. ↑ Bear-keeper.

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,
This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,
(As on a mountain-top the cedar shows,
That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,)
Even to affright thee with the view thereof.
Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear,
And tread it under foot with all contempt,
Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear.

Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father,
To quell the rebels, and their 'complices.

Rich. Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in spite,

For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night.' Y. Clif. Foul stigmatic, † that's more than thou canst tell.

Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell. [Exeunt severally.

SCENE II.—Saint Albans.. Alarums: Excursions. Enter WARWICK. War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls !

And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear, Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarm, And dead men's cries do fill the empty air, Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me! Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland, Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms. Enter YORK.

How now, my noble lord? what, all a-foot? York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed;

But match to match I have encounter'd him,
And made a prey for carrion kites and crows
Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well.

Enter CLIFFORD,

War. Of one or both of us the time is come.

York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some

other chase,

For I myself must hunt this deer to death. War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou fight'st.

As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd. [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. York. So let it help me now against thy sword,

As I in justice and true right express it ! Clif. My soul and body on the action

both!

York. A dreadful lay! -address thee instantly. [They fight, and CLIFFORD falls. Clif. La fin couronne les œuvres. [Dies.

• Helmet.

+ One on whom nature hath set a mark of deformity, a stigma. † A dreadful wager; a tremendous stake.

York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still.

Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will! [Erit.

Enter young CLIFFORD.

Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the rout!

Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell,

Whom angry heavens do make their minister,
Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part
Hot coals of vengeance !—Let no soldier fly:
He that is truly dedicate to war,

Hath no self-love; nor he, that loves himself,
Hath not essentially, but by circumstance,
The name of valour.-0 let the vile world end,
[Seeing his dead Father.
And the premised flames of the last day
Knit earth and heaven together !
Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,
Particularities and petty sounds

To cease! +-Wast thou ordain'd, dear father,
To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve ‡
The silver livery of advised § age;

And,

in thy reverence and thy chair-days

thus

No more will I their babes: tears virginal
Shall be to me even as the dew to fire;
And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims,
Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax.
Henceforth, I will not have to do with pity:
Meet I an infant of the house of York,
Into as many gobbets will I cut it,
As wild Medea young Absyrtus did:
In cruelty will I seek out my fame.
Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house;
[Taking up the Body.

As did Æneas old Anchises bear,
So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders;
But then Æneas bare a living load,
Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine.

[Erit.

Margaret, stay.

Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll not fight nor fly;

Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, To give the enemy way; and to secure us By what we can, which can no more but fly. [Alarum afar off. If you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom Of all our fortunes but if we haply scape, (As well we may, if not through your neglect,) We shall to London get; where you are lov'd; And where this breach, now in our fortunes made, May readily be stopp'd.

Enter young CLIFFORD.

chief set,

I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly;
But fly you must; uncurable discomfit
Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts.⚫
Away, for your relief! and we will live"
To see their day, and them our fortune give:
Away, my lord, away!

[Exeunt.

So was his will in his old feeble body,
But, noble as he is, look where he comes.

By the mass, so did we all.-I thank you, Richard:
God knows how long it is I have to live;
And it hath pleas'd him, that three times to-day
You have defended me from imminent death.-
Well, lords, we have not got that which we have :•
Tis not enough our foes are this time fled,
Being opposites of such repairing nature. +

York. I know our safety is to follow them;
For, as I hear, the king is fled to London,
To call a present court of parliament.
Let us pursue him ere the writs go forth :-
What says lord Warwick; shall we after them?
War. After them! nay, before them, if we can.
Now by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day :
Saint Alban's battle, won by famous York,
Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come.-
Sound, drums and trumpets ;-and to London all:
And more such days as these to us befall!

[Exeunt.

1. e. We have not secured that which we have aoquired.

Le. Being enemies that are likely so soon to rally and recover themselves from this defeat