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ble 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, in deed, only for that cause they have been most worthy to live. Thou dost ride on 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,
Say. Nothing but this: 'Tis bona terra, mala
Cade. Away with him, away with him! he speaks Latin.
Say. Hear me but speak, and bear me where
Kent, in the commentaries Cæsar writ,
I sold not Maine, I lost not Normandy;
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 son-in-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
God should be so obdurate as yourselves,
Dick. My lord, when shall we go to Cheap-
Re-enter Rebels with the Heads of Lords SAY
Cade. But is not this braver ?-Let them kiss one another, for they loved well, when they were alike. 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; aud at every corner have them kiss-Away!
SCENE VIII.-Southwark. Alarum. Enter CADE, and all his Rabblement.
Cade. Up Fish street! Down Saint Magnus' corner! Kill and kuock down! Throw them
Say. Great men have reaching hands: oft have into Thames.
Those that I never saw, and struck them dead.
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
Hath made me full of sickness and diseases. Cade. Ye shall have a hempen caudle then, and the pap of a hatchet.
Dick. Why dost thou quiver, man?
Say. The palsy, and not fear, provoketh 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 I have offended most?
This breast from harbouring foul deceitful thoughts.
O let me live!
[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
Buck. Ay, here they be that dare and will
Know, Cade, we come ambassadors from the
Unto the commons, whom thou hast misled;
And yield to mercy whilst 'tis offer'd you;
Fling up his cap, and say-God save his ma-
Who hateth him, and honours not his father,
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 haug'd with
Cade. I feel remorse in myself with his words: your pardons about your necks Hath my sword
therefore broke through London gates, that you wark? I thought ye would never have given ont should leave me at the White Hart in Southfreedom: but you are all recreants and dasthese arms, till you had recover'd your ancient
A demon who was supposed to attend at call.
+ This piece of barbarity is recorded by Holiinsed.
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.
And make the meanest of you earls and dukes!
Methinks, already, in this civil broil,
To France, to France, and get what you have lost;
Spare England, for it is your native coast: Heury 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 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 him;
And be that brings his head unto the king,
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 [?
Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD. Buck. Health and glad tidings to your majesty!
K. Hen. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade surprized?
Or is he but retired to make him strong? Enter below, a great number of CADE'S Followers, with Halters, about their Necks. Clif. He's filed, my lord, and all his powers do yield;
And humbly thus with halters 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 !-
Continue still in this so good a mind,
Assure yourselves, will never be unkind:
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 pitate : But now is Cade driven back, his men dis
And now is York in arms to second him.—
I'll yield myself to prison willingly.
K. Hen. In any case, be not too rough in terms; [guage. For he is fierce, and cannot brook hard lanBuck. I will, my lord; and doubt not so to deal
As all things shall redound unto your good. K. Hen. Come, wife, let's in, and learn to govern better;
For yet may England curse my wretched reign. [Exeunt.
SCENE X.-Kent.-IDEN's Garden.
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 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 scrv'd me instead of a quartpot 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 court,
And may enjoy such quiet walks as these!
Sufliceth, that I have maintains my state,
Cade. Here's the lord of the soil come to seize me for a stray, for entering his fee-simple without leave. Ah! villain thou wilt betray me, and get a thousand crowns of the king for carrying my head to him; but I'll make thee eat iron like on ostridge, and swallow my sword like a great pin, ere thou and 1 part Iden. Why, rude companion, whatsoe'er thou be,
I know thee not; why then should I betray | To entertain great England's lawful king. 13't not enough to break into my garden, [thee? Ah! sancta majestas! who would not buy thes And, like a thief, to come to rob my grounds, Climbing my walls, in spite of me the owner, But thou wilt brave me with these saucy terms?
Cade. Brave thee? Ay, by the best blood that ever was broach'd, 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 as dead as a door-nail, I pray God I may never cat grass
Let them obey, that know not how to rule;
Whom have we here? Buckingham to disturb
Iden. Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while Eng-The king bath sent him, sure: I must dissemble.
That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent,
Let this my sword report what speech forbears. Cade. By my valour, the most complete champion that ever I heard.-Steel, if thou turn the edge, or cut not out the burly-boned clown in chines of beef ere thou sleep in thy sheath, I beseech God on my knees, thou may'st be turn'd to hobnails. [They fight, CADE falls.] Oh! am slain! Famine, and no other, hath slain me: let ten thousand devils come against me, and give me but the ten meals I have lost, and I'd defy them all. Wither, garden; and be henceforth a burying place to all that do dwell in this house, because the unconquer'd soul of Cade is filed.
Iden. Is't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous traitor?
Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed.
Ne'er shall this blood be wiped from thy point;
Cade. Iden, farewell; and be proud of thy victory: Tell Kent from me, she hath lost her best man, and exhort all the world to be cowards; for I, that never fear'd any, am vanquish'd by famine, not by valour. [Dies. Iden. How much thou wrong'st met heaven be my judge.
Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare thee !
And as I thrust thy body in with my sword,
[Exit, dragging out the Body.
SCENE 1.-The same.-Fields between Dartford and Blackheath.
The King's Camp on one side.-On the other, enter YORK attended, with Drum and Co
lours; 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,
How he was to hang a sword over his own tomb after he was dead, is not very clear.
In supposing that I am proud of my victory.
Buck. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well.
York. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting,
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 dare to bring thy force so near the court. York. [Aside.] Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great.
Oh! I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint,
But if thy arms be to no other end,
York. Upon thine honour, is he prisoner?
Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves;
Buck. York, I commend this kind submission:
K. Hen. Buckingham, doth York intend to harm us,
That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm?
York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence;
And fight against that monstrous rebel, Cade,
Enter IDEN, with CADE's Head.
Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head,
• Balance my hand.
K. Hen. The head of Cade?-Great God, how just art thou !
O let me view his visage being dead,
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;
He were created knight for his good service.
We give thee for reward a thousand marks;
K. Hen. See, Buckingham! Somerset comes with the queen ;
Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke.
But boldly stand, and front him to his face.
Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear,
Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown:
If they can brook I bow a knee to man.-
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
Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the
Nay, do not fright us with an angry look :
• Custody, confinement.
Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mis. take;
But thou mistakʼst me much, to think I do :To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad? K. Hen. Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambi
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
Rich. And if words will not, then our weapons shall.
Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we
York. Look in a glass, and call thy 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:v, 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!
Clif. Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves.
K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow 3
Old Salisbury,-shame to thy silver hair,
And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles?
Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself
Sal. I have.
K. Hen. Canst thon 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.
The Nevils, earls of Warwick, had a bear 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.
Clf. 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
The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff,
For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night.
thou canst tell.
Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in [Exeunt severally.
SCENE 11-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 till the empty air, Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with ine! 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,
For I myself must hunt this deer to death.
As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,
[Exit WARWICK. Clif. What seest thou in me, York? why dost thon 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.
Whom angry heavens do make their minister,
Hath no self-love; nor he, that loves himself,
To cease! +-Wast thou ordain'd, dear father,
in thy reverence and thy chair-days
My heart is turn'd to stone; and, while, 'tis To die in ruffian battle ?-Even at this sight, shall be stony. mine, York not our old men
As did Eneas old Anchises bear,
Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET and SOMER-
Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful
Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill.
Alarums: Excursions. Enter King HENRY,
K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens? good
Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll not
Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence,
York. So let it help me now against thy By what we can, which can no more but fly.
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 bath set a mark of deformity, a stigma. A dreadful wager; a tremendous stake.