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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

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. Were't not a shame, that whilst you

live at jar,
The fearful French,

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 Villiago! unto all they meet.

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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 hath

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

way

for for here is no staying. In despite of the devils and hell, have through the

very
middest 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.

me,

SCENE IX.

Kenilworth Castle.
Sound trumpets. Enter King, QUEEN, and

SOMERSET, on the terrace
King. Was ever king that joy’d an earthly throne,

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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 old CLIFFORD.
Buck. Health and glad tidings to your majesty!
KING. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade

surprised ?
Or is he but retired to make him strong ?
Enter, belon, multitudes, with halters about

their necks.
Clif. He is fled, my lord, and all his powers do

yield;
And humbly thus, with halters on their necks,
Expect your highness' doom, of life or death.
KING. 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 Henry, 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

: in

JUS

The Duke of York is newly come from Ireland,
And with a puissant and a mighty power
Of gallowglasses and stout kerns
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.
King. Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and

York distress'd;
Like to a ship that, having 'scaped a tempest,
Is straightway calm’d and boarded with a pirate:
But now is Cade driven back, his men dispersed ;
And now is York in arms to second him.
I pray thee, Buckingham, go and meet him,
And ask him what's the reason of these arms.
Tell him I'll send Duke Edmund to the Tower;
And, Somerset, we will commit thee hither,
Until his army be dismiss'd from him.

Som. My lord,
I'll yield myself to prison willingly,
Or unto death, to do my country good.

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.

[Flourish. Exeunt.

Ireland

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Kent. Iden's garden.

Enter CADE.
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 laid 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
another while, which is not amiss to cool a man's
stomach this hot weather. And I think this word
sallet was born to do me good : for many a time,
but for a sallet, my brain-pan had been cleft with a
brown bill; and many a time, when I have been dry
and bravely marching, it hath served me instead of
a quart pot to drink in; and now the word sallet
must serve me to feed on.

Enter IDEN.
IDEN. Lord, who would live turmoiled in the court,
And may enjoy such quiet walks as these ?
This small inheritance my father left me
Contenteth me, and 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
And sends the

poor well pleased from
CADE. Here's the lord of the soil come to seize me

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my gate.

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