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Enter a Messenger. Mess. My lord, a prize, a prize! here's the Lord Say, which sold the towns in France; he that made us pay one and twenty fifteens, and one shilling to the pound, the last subsidy.

Enter GEORGE Bevis, with the LORD SAY. Cade. Well, he shall be beheaded for it ten times. thou say, thou

serge, nay, thou buckram lord ! now art thou within point-blank of our jurisdiction regal. What canst thou answer to my majesty for giving up of Normandy unto Mounsieur Basimecu, the dauphin of France ? Be it known unto thee by these presence, even the

presence of Lord Mortimer, that I am the besom that must sweepthe court clean of such filth as thou art. Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school: and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill. It will be proved to thy face that thou hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and a verb, and such abominable words as

no Christian ear can endure to hear. Thou hast appointed justices of peace, to call poor men before them about matters they were not able to answer.

Moreover, thou hast put them in prison; and because they could not read, thou hast hanged them; when, indeed, only for that cause they have been most worthy to live. Thou dost ride in a foot-cloth, dost thou not?

SAY. What of that?

CADE. Marry, thou oughtest not to let thy horse wear a cloak, when honester men than thou go in their hose and doublets.

Dick. And work in their shirt too; as myself, for example, that am a butcher.

Say. You men of Kent,-
Dick. What say you of Kent?
Say. Nothing but this ; 'tis bona terra, mala gens.

CADE. Away with him, away with him! he speaks Latin.

Say. Hear me but speak, and bear me where

you will.

Kent, in the Commentaries Cæsar writ,
Is term’d the civil'st place of all this isle:
Sweet is the country, because full of riches;
The people liberal, valiant, active, wealthy ;
Which makes me hope you are not void of pity.
I sold not Maine, I lost not Normandy,
Yet, to recover them, would lose my life.
Justice with favour have I always done;
Prayers and tears have moved me, gifts could

never.

When have I aught exacted at your hands,
But to maintain the king, the realm and you?
Large gifts have I bestow'd on learned clerks,
Because

my book preferr'd me to the king,
And seeing ignorance is the curse of God,
Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven,
Unless

you

be possess'd with devilish spirits, You cannot but forbear to murder me:

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This tongue hath parley'd unto foreign kings
For your behoof,

Cade. Tut, when struck'st thou one blow in the
field ?
Say. Great men have reaching hands: oft have

I struck
Those that I never saw and struck them dead.

Geo. O monstrous coward! what, to come
behind folks?
Say. These cheeks are pale for watching for

your good. Cade. Give him a box o' the ear and that will make 'em red again. Say. Long sitting to determine poor

men's causes Hath made me full sickness and diseases.

CADE. Ye shall have a hempen caudle then and the help of hatchet.

Dick. Why dost thou quiver, man?
Say. The palsy, and not fear, provokes me.

CADE. Nay, he nods at us, as who should say, I'll be even with you: I'll see if his head will stand steadier on a pole, or no.

Take him away, and behead him.

Say. Tell me wherein have I offended most?
Have I affected wealth or honour? speak.
Are
my
chests fill'd

up

with extorted gold? Is

my apparel sumptuous to behold ? Whom have I injured, that ye

death? These hands are free from guiltless blood-shedding, This breast from harbouring foul deceitful thoughts.

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0, let me live!

Cade. [Aside] I feel remorse in myself with his words; but I'll bridle it: he shall die, an it be but for pleading so well for his life. Away with him! he has a familiar under his tongue; he speaks not o' God's name. Go, take him away,

I

say, and strike off his head presently; and then break into his sonin-law's house, Sir James Cromer, and strike off his head, and bring them both upon two poles hither.

All. It shall be done.
Say. Ah, countrymen ! if when you make your

prayers,
God should be so obdurate as yourselves,
How would it fare with your departed souls ?
And therefore yet relent, and save my life.
CADE. Away with him! and do as I command ye.

[Exeunt some with Lord Say. The proudest peer in the realm shall not wear a head on his shoulders, unless he pay me tribute; there shall not a maid be married, but she shall pay to me her maidenhead ere they have it: men shall hold of me in capite ; and we charge and command that their wives be as free as heart can wish or tongue can tell.

Dick. My lord, when shall we go to Cheapside and take up commodities upon our bills ?

Cade. Marry, presently.
ALL. O, brave !

Re-enter one with the heads.
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!

[Ereunt.

SCENE VIII.

Southwark. Alarum and retreat. Enter Cade and all his rabblement.

CADE. Up Fish Street! down Saint Magnus' Corner! kill and knock down ! throw them into Thames ! [Sound a parley.] 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, attended. 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 go home in peace.

Clif. What say ye, countrymen ? will ye relent, And yield to mercy whilst 'tis offer'd

you; Or let a rebel lead

you
to
your

deaths ? Who loves the king and will embrace his pardon,

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.

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