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
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.
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
you?

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
mercy.

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
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, 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

persed;

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
gate.

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,

dear.

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

more.

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
words,

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
dead:

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.

ACT V.

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
leave,

Or dare to bring thy force so near the court. York. [Aside.] Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great.

Aside.

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

powers.

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
him?

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
amiss

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.
Enter Queen MARGARET and SOMERSET,
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
mine;

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,
York,

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;
[Exit an ATTENDANT.
I know, ere they will have me go to ward, ⚫
They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchise-

ment.

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
king!
[Kneels.
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

serve.

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

anou.

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
ruffian,

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

crest.

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
spite,

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.

hell.

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.

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.

hell,

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;

And,

in thy reverence and thy chair-days

thus

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

It

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.

[Exit.

Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET and SOMER-
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

still;

Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill.

[Exit.

sword,

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.