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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,
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

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


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 inov'd me, gifts could

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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,
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
[Exeunt some with Lord SAY.
The proudest peer in the realm shall not wear
a head on his shoulders, unless he pay me
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 cau wish, or tongue can

Dick. My lord, when shall we go to Cheap-
side, and take up commodities upon our bills?
Cade. Marry, presently.
All. O brave!

Re-enter Rebels with the Heads of Lords SAY
and his Son-in-law.

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.
I struck

Those that I never saw, and struck them dead.
Geo. O monstrous coward! what, to come be-
hind 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


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?
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 seek my death?
These hands are free from guiltless blood-


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
disturb thee:

Know, Cade, we come ambassadors from the

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

And yield to mercy whilst 'tis offer'd you;
Or let a rabble lead you to your deaths?
Who loves the king, and will embrace his

Fling up his cap, and say-God save his ma-

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.

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

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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.
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

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 Freuch, whom you late vanquished,
Should make a start o'er seas, and vanquish

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

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,
Shail have a thousand crowns for his reward-
[Excunt 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 [?
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 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 !-
Soldiers, this day have you redeem'd your lives,
And show'd how well you love your prince and

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!


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 pray thee, Buckingbain, 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 thither,
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.

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.

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 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!
This small inheritance, my father left me,
Contenteth me, and is worth a monarchy.
I seek not to wax great by other's waining;
Or gather wealth, 1 care not with what envy ;

Sufliceth, that I have maintains my state,
Aud sends the poor well pleased from my

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,

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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;
This hand was made to handle naught but gold:
I cannot give due action to my words,
Except a sword, or sceptre balance it.
A sceptre shall it have, have I a soul;
On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France.

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.

land stands,

That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent,
Took odds to combat a poor famish'd man.
Oppose thy steadfast-gazing eyes to mine,
See if thou canst outface me with thy looks.
Set limb to limb, and thou art far the lesser ;
Thy hand is but a finger to my fist;
Thy leg a stick, compared with this truncheon ;
My foot shall fight with all the strength thou
And if mine arm be heaved in the air, [hast;
Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth.
As for more words, whose greatness answers

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.
And hang thee o'er my tomb when I am

Ne'er shall this blood be wiped from thy point;
But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat,
To emblaze the honour that thy master got.

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,
So wish I, I might thrust thy soul in hell.
Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels
Unto a dunghill which shall be thy grave,
And there cut off thy most ungracious head;
Which I will bear in triumph to the king,
Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon.

[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 why thcu, being a subject as I am,
Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn,
Shouldst raise so great a power without his

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,
I am so angry at these abject terms;
And now, like Ajax Telamonius,
On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury!
I am far better born than is the king;
More like a bing, more kingly in my thoughts:
But I must make fair weather yet a while,
Till Henry be more weak, and I more strong.
O Buckingham, I pr'ythee, pardon me,
That I have given no answer all this while;
My mind was troubled with deep melancholy.
The cause why I have brought this army hither,
Is-to remove proud Somerset from the king,
Seditious to his grace, and to the state.
Buck. That is too much presumption on thy
part :

But if thy arms be to no other end,
The king hath yielded unto thy demand;
The duke of Somerset is in the Tower.

York. Upon thine honour, is he prisoner?
Buck. Upon mine honour, he is prisoner.
York. Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my


Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves;
Meet me to-morrow, in Saint George's field,
You shall have pay, and every thing you wish.-
And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry,
Command my eldest son, nay, all my sons,
As pledges of my fealty and love,
I'll send them all as willing as I live;
Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have
Is his to use, so Somerset may die.

Buck. York, I commend this kind submission:
We twain will go into his highness' tent.
Enter King HENRY, attended.

K. Hen. Buckingham, doth York intend to harm us,

That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm?
York. In all submision and humility,
York doth present himself unto your highness.
K. Hen. Then what intend these forces thou
dost bring?

York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence;

And fight against that monstrous rebel, Cade,
Who since I heard to be discomfited.

Enter IDEN, with CADE's Head.
Iden. If one so rude, and of so mean condition,
May pass
into the presence of a king,

Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head,
The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew.

• Balance my hand.

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

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

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.
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 fit to govern and rule multitudes,
Which dar'st not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor,
That head of thine doth not become a crown;
Thy hand is inade to grasp a palmer's staff,
And not to grace an awful princely sceptre :
That gold must round engirt these brows of

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!-I arrest thee,

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,

If they can brook I bow a knee to man.-
Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail;
I know, ere they will have me go to ward, ⚫
They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchise-


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
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.

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

tious humour

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

here !

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!
York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly


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

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 ?-
Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,
And shame thine honourable age with blood?
Why art thou old, and want'st experience ?
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 uuto
me ?

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,
This day I'l 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

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 [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,
And made a prey for carrion kites and crows
Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well.

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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 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.

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

Hath no self-love; nor he, that loves himself,
Hath not essentially, but by circumstance,
The name of valour.-O 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;


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


spares ;
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 Eneas 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.


SET, fighting, and SOMERSET is killed.
Rich. So, lie thou there ;-
For, underneath an alehouse' paltry sign,
The Castle in Saint Alban's, Somerset
Hath made the wizard famous in his death.-

Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful


Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill.


Alarums: Excursions. Enter King HENRY,
Queen MARGARET, and others, retreating.
Q. Mar. Away, my lord! you are slow; for
shame away!

K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens? good
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

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.

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