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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 therefore 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 your
backs with burthens, take your houses over your heads, ravish your wives and daughters before your
me, I will make shift for one; and so, God's curse light upon you
Clif. Is Cade the son of Henry the Fifth,
friends and us. Were't not a shame, that whilst you
live at jar,
you late vanquished,
Better ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry
you should stoop unto a Frenchman's mercy.
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 an hundred mischiefs and makes them leave me desolate. I see them lay their heads together to surprise me. My sword make
for for here is no staying. In despite of the devils and hell, have through the
! 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.
SOMERSET, on the terrace
And could command no more content than I?
Enter BUCKINGHAM and old CLIFFORD.
lives And show'd how well you love your prince and
with thanks and pardon to you all,
Enter a Messenger.
The Duke of York is newly come from Ireland,
Som. My lord,
King. In any case, be not too rough in terms; For he is fierce and cannot brook hard language.
Buck. I will, my lord; and doubt not so to deal As all things shall redound unto your good. King. Come, wife, let's in, and learn to govern
better; For yet may England curse my wretched reign.
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