Car. If thou be’st death,I'll give the England's] (Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch! Enough to purchase such another island, [treasure, Oh, beat away the busy meddling fiend, So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain. That lays strong siege unto this wretch's soul, K. Henry. Ah, what a sign it is of evil life, And from his bosom purge this black despair ! When death's approach is seen so terrible ! 5 War. See, how the pangs of death do make him War.Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to thee. grin. Car. Bring me unto my trial when you will. Sal. Disturb him not, let him pass peaceably. Dy'd he not in his bed? where should he die? X.Henry. Peace to his soul, if God's good pleaCan I make men live, whe'r they will or no ? sure be! Oh! torture me no more, I will confess.- 110|Lord cardinal, if thou think'st on heaven's bliss, Alive again? then shew me where he is: Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope.I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him.- He dies and makes no sign:-O God, forgive him! He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.- War. So bad a death argues a monstrous life. Comb down his hair; look! look! it stands upright, K. Henry. Forbear to judge, for we are sinners Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul 15 all.Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary his eyes, and draw the curtain close ; Bring the strong poison that I bought of him. And let us all to meditation. [Exeunt. K.Henry. O thou eternal Mover of the heavens, Close up fulday A CT IV. \ whit. I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboard, And therefore, to revenge it, shalt thou die; The Coast of Kent. [To Suffolk. Alarm. Fight at Sea. Ordnance goes off Enter And so should these, if I might have my will. Captain, Whitmore, and other pirates, with 30 Cap. Be not so rash; take ransom, let him live. Suffolk, and other prisoners. Suf. Look on my George, I am a gentleman; Cap. THE gaudy; blabbing', and remorse, Rate me at what thou wilt, thou shalt be paid. - so am 1; my name is Walter Is crept into the bosom of the sea; Whitmore And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades 35 How now? why start'st thou? what, doth death That drag the tragic melancholy night; affright? [death. Who with their drowsy, slow, and tagging wings Suf. Thy name affrights me, in whose sound is Clip dead men's graves, and from their misty jaws A cunning man did calculate my birth, Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air. And told nie, -that by Water 'I should die: Therefore bring forth the soldiers of our prize; H0 Yet let not this make thee be bloody-minded; For, whilst our pinnace anchors in the Downs, Thy name is Gualtier, being rightly sounded. Here shall they make their ransom on the sand, iv hit. Gualtier,or Walter, which it is, I care not: Or with their blood stain this discolour'd shore.- Ne'er yet did base dishonour blur our name, Master, this prisoner freely give I thee ; But wiih our sword we wip'd away the blot; And thou that art his mate, inake boot of this ;- 45fTherefore, when merchant-like I sell revenge, The other, Walter Whitmore, is thy share. Broke be my sword, my arms torn and defac'd, Pointing to Suffolk. And I proclaiın'd a coward through the world! 1 Gent. What is my ransomn, niaster? let me Suf.Stay, Whitmore; for thy prisoner is a prince, know. [head. The duke of Suffolk, William de la Pole. Alast. A thousand erowns, or else lay down your 50 Whit. The duke of Suffolk, muffled up in rags ! Mate. And so much shall you give, or ott goes Suf. Ay, but these rags are no part of the duke; yours. (sand crowns, Nove sometime went disguis'd, and why not I? Whit. What, think you much to pay two thou- Cap. But Jove was never slain, as thou shalt be. And bear the name and port of gentlemen ? Suf: Obscure and lowly swain, king Henry's Cut both the villains' throats;--for die you shall;(55 The honourable blood of Lancaster, [blood, Nor can those lives which we have lost in fight, Must not be shed by such a jaded groom. Be counterpois'd with such a petty sum. [life. Hast thounot kiss'dihy hand, and held my stirrup? I Gent. I'll give it, sir; and therefore spare my And bare-head plodded by my foot-cloth mule, ? Gent. And so will I, and write home for it And thought thee happy when I shook my head? straight. 160 How often hast thou waited at my cup, · The epithet blabbing, applied to the day by a man about to commit murder, is exquisitely beautiful. Guili is afraid of light, considers darkness as a natural shelter, and makes night the confidante of those actions which cannot be trusted to the tell-tale day. Remorsefiel is pitiful. See the fourth scene of the first act of this play. Fed Fed from my trencher, kneel'd down at the board, It is impossible that I should die I go of message from the queen to France; How in our voiding lobby hast thou stood, 5 I charge thee, waft me safely cross the channel. And duly waited for my coming forth? Cap: Walter, [death. This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalf, Whit. Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy And therefore shall it charm thy riotous tongue. Suf.Gelidustimor occupatartus:--'tis theelfear. Whit. Speak, captain, shall I stab the forlorn Whit. Thou shalt have cause to fear, before I swain ? (10) leave thee. Cap. First let my words stab him, as he hath me. What, are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop? Suf. Base slave! thy words are blunt, and so 1 Gent. My gracious lord, entreat him, speak art thou. [side him fair, Cap. Convey him hence, and on our long-boat's Suf.Suffolk’simperial tongue is stern and rough, Strike off his head. 15 Us’d to command, untaught to plead for favour. Suf. Thou dar’st not for thine own. Far be it, we should honour such as these Cap. Poole? Sir Poole? Lord? With humble suit: no, rather let my head Ay, kennel, puddle, sink; whose filth and dirt Stoop to the block, than these knees bot to any, 'Troubles the silver spring where England drinks. Save to the God of heaven, and to my king; Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth, 120 And sooner dance upon a bloody pole, For swallowing the treasure of the realm : Than stand uncoverd to the vulgar groom. queen, thel True nobility is exempt from fear: [death, More can I bear, than you dare execute. And thou, that sinil'dst at good duke Humphrey's Cap. Hale him away, and let him talk no more: Against the senseless winds shall grin in vain, 25 Come, soldiers, shew what cruelty ye can.-Who, in contempt, shall hiss at thee again: Suf. That this my death may never be forgot! And wedded be thou to the hags of heil, Great men oft die by vile bezonians : For daring to affyz a mighty lord A Roman sworder and banditto slaves Unto the daughter of a worthless king, Murder'd sweet Tully; Brutus' bastard hand' Having neither subject, wealth, nor diadem. 30 Stabb’d Julius Cæsar; savage islanders, By devilish policy art thou grown great, Pompey the great ® ; and Suffolk dies by pirates. And, like ambitious Sylla, over-gorg'd [Exit Walter Whitmore, with Suffolk. With gobbets of thy mother's bleeding heart. Cap. And as forthese whose ransom we have set, By thee, Anjou and Maine were sold to France: It is our pleasure one of them depart:The false revolting Normans, thorough thee, 35 Therefore come you with us, and let him go. Disdain to call us lord; and Picardy [Exit Captain, with all but the first Gentleman. Hath slain their governors, surpriz'd our forts, Re-enter Whitmore, with Suffolk's body. And sent the ragged soldiers wounded home. Whit. There let his head and lifeless body lie, The princely Warwick, and the Nevils all, Until the queen his mistress bury it. [Exit Whit: Whosedreadfulswordswereneverdrawn in vain,-40 1 Gent. O barbarous and bloody spectacle! As hating thee, are rising up in arnis : (crown, His body will I bear unto the king; If he revenge it not, yet will his friends ; So will the queen, that living held him dear. [Exit. Burns with revenging fire; whose hopeful colours 45 SCENE II. Another part of Kent. Enter George Bevis and John Holland. And, to conclude, reproach, and beggary, Bevis. Come and get theea sword, though made Is crept into the palace of our king, 50 of a lath; they have been up these two days. And all by thee:-Away! convey him hence. Hol. They have the more need to sleep now then. Suf. Oihat I were a göd, to shoot forth thunder Bevis. I tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier means Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges! (here, to dress the commonwealth, and turn it, and set Small things make base men proud: this villain a new nap upon it. Being captain of a pinnace', threatens more 55 Hol. So he had necd, for'tis thread-bare. Well, Than Bargulus * the strong Illyrian pirate. I say, it was never merry world in England, since Drones suck not eagles' blood, but rob bee-hives. genilemen canre up. · Meaning, pride assumed before its time. ? To affy is to betroth in marriage. • A pinnace did not anciently signify, as at present, a man of war's boat, but a ship of sınall burthen. This Bargulus is to be met with in Tully's Offices; and the legend is the famous Theopompus's History. Bargulus Illyrius latro, de quo est apud Theopompum, magnas opes habuit,” lib. ii. cap. 11. ► See note ?, page 505. • i.e. Herennius a centurion, and Popilius Laenas, tribune of the soldiers. · Brutus was the son of Servilia, a Roman lady, who had been concubine to Julius Cæsar. poet seems to have confounded the story of Pompey with some other. 1 & The a Bevis. O miserable age! Virtue is not regarded seven half-penny loaves sold for a penny: the in handycrafts-men. three-hoop'd pot shall have ten hoops; and I will Hol. The nobility think scorn to go in leather make it felony to drink small beer: all the realm aprons. shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my Becis. Nay more, the king's council are no 5 palfry, go to grass. And, when I am king (äs good workmen. king I will be Hol. True; And yet it is said,-Labour in All. God save your majesty! thy vocation: which is as much to say as-let Cade. I thank you, good people :-There shall the magistrates be labouring men; and therefore be no money; all shali eat and drink on my score; should we be magistrates. 10 and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they Bevis. Thou hast hit it: for there's no better may agree like brothers, and worship metheir lord. sign of a brave mind, than a hard hand. Dick. The first thing we do, let's kill all the Hol. I see them! I see them! There's Best's lawyers. son, the tanner of Wingham. Cade. Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a Beris. He shall have the skins of our enemies, 15 lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent to make dog's leather of. lamb should be made parchment ? that parchHol. And Dick the butcher, ment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man? Beris. Then is sin struck down like an ox, and Some say, the bee stings: but I say, 'tis the bee's iniquity's throat cut like a calf. wax; for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was Hol. And Smith the weaver : 20 never my own man since. How now? who's Beris. Argo, their thread of life is spun. there? Hol. Come, come, let's fall in with ihein. Enter some, bringing in the Clerk of Chatham. Drum. Enter Cade, Dick the butcher, Smith the Smith. The clerk of Chatham: he can write weuper, and a sawyer, with infinite numbers. and read, and cast accompt. Cade. We John Cade, so term'd of our sup-25 Cade. O monstrous ! posed father, Smith. We took him setting of boys copies. Dick. Or rather, of stealing a cade of herrings? Cade. Here's a villain! [-sid. Smith. Has a book in his pocket, with red Cade. For our enemies shall fall? before us, letters in't. inspired with the spirit of putting down kings and 30 Cade. Nay, then he is a conjurer. princes.-Command silence. Dick. Nay, he can make obligations, and write Dick. Silence! court-hand. Cade. My father was a Mortimer, Cade. I am sorry fort: the man is a proper Dick. He was an honest man, and a good man, on mine honour; unless I find him guilty, he bricklayer. [Aside. 35 shall not die.-Come hither, sirrah, I must exaCade. My mother a Plantagenet,-. mine thee: What is thy naine? Dick. I knew her well,she was a midwife.[ Aside. Clerk. Emanuel. Cade. My wife descended of the Lacies, Dick. They use to write it on the top of letDick. She was, indeed, a pedlar's daughter, ters * ;-'Twill go hard with you. and sold many laces. [Aside. 40. Cade. Let me alone:-Dost thou use to write Smith. But, now of late, not able to travel with thy name? or hast thou a mark to thyself, like an her furr'd pack', she washes bucks here at home. honest plain-dealing man? [Aside. Clerk. Sir, I thank God, I have been so well Cade. Therefore am I of an honourable house. brought up, that I can write my name. Dick. Ay, by my faith: the field is honourable ;45 All. He hath confess'd: away with him; he's and there was he born, under a hedge; for his fa- a villain, and a traitor. ther had never a house, but the cage. [.1side. Cade. Away with him, I say: hang him with Cade. Valiant I am. This pen and inkhorn about his neck. Smith. 'A must needs; for beggary is valiant. [Exit one with the Clerk. [Aside. 500 Cade. I am able to endure much. Enter Michael. Mich. Fly, fly, fly! Sir Humphrey Stafford and Smith. He need not fear the sword, for his coat 55 his brother are hard by, with the king's forces. is of proof. [ Aside. Cade. Stand, villain, stand, or l’ll fell thee down: Dick. But, methinks, he should stand in fear of He shall be encounter'd with a man as good as fire, being so often burnt i' the hand for stealing himself: He is but a knight, is a'? . of sheep. [Aside. Mich. No. Cade. Be brave then; for your captain is brave, 60 Cade. To equal him, I will make myself a and vows reformation. There shall be, in England, lknight presently; Rise up Sir John Mortimer. , That is, a barrel of herrings. Perhaps the word keg, which is now used, is cade corrupted. ? He alludes to his name Cade, from cado, Lat. to fall. 3 A wallet or knapsack of skin with the hair outward. * i. e, of letters missive, and such like public acts. Now Now have at him. Is there any more of them Y. Staf. Well, seeing gentle words will not prethat be knights? Assail them with the army of the king. (vail, Mich. Ay, his brother. Staf. Herald away: and, throughout every town, Cade. Then kneel down, Dick Butcher; Proclaim them traitors that are up with Cade; Rise up Sir Dick Butcher. Now sound up the drum. 5 That those, which fly before the battle ends, Enter Sir Humphrey Stafford, and his Brother, May, even in their wives' and children's sight, with drum and soldiers. Be hang'd up for example at their doors :Staf. Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Kent, And you, that be the king's friends, follow me. Mark'd for the gallows,-lay your weapons down, (Exeunt the two Staffords, with their train. Home to your cottages, forsake this groom :- 10 Cade. And you, that love the commons, folThe king is merciful, if you revolt. [blood, low me.Y. Staf. But angry, wrathful, and inclin'd to Now shew yourselves men, 'tis for liberty. If you go forward: therefore yield, or die. [not'; We will not leave one lord, one gentleman: Cade. As for these silken-coated slaves, I pass Spare none, but such as go in clouted shoon; It is to you, good people, that I speak, 15For they are thrifty honest men, and such O'er whon, in time to coine, I hope to reign ; As would (but that they dare not) take our parts. For I am rightful heir unto the crown. Dick. They are all in order, and march toward us. Staf. Villain, thy father was a plaisterer; Cade. But then are we in order, when we are most And thou thyself, a shearman, Art thou not? out of order. Come, march forward. (Exeunt. Cade. And Adam was a gardener. 1201 Y. Staf. And what of that? SCENE III. Cade. Marry, this:--Edınund Mortimer, earl Another part of the Field. The parties fight, and of March, [not? both the Staffords are slain. Married the duke of Clarence' daughter; Did he Re-enter Cade, and the rest. Staf. Ay, sir. 25 Cade. Where's Dick, the butcher of Ashford ? Cade. By her he had two children at one birth. Dick. Here, sir. Y. Staf. That's falsc. (true : Cade. They fell before thee like sheep andoxen, Cade. Ay, there's the question ; but, I say, 'tis and thou behav'dst thyself as if thou hadst been in The elder of them, being put to nurse, thine own slaughter-house: therefore thus I will Was by a beggar-woman stol'n away; 30 reward thee,—The Lent shall be as long again as And, ignorant of his birth and parentage, it is; and thou shalt have a licence to kill for a Became a bricklayer, when he came to age : hundred lacking one. His son ann l; deny it, if you can. [king. Dick. I desire no more. Dick. Nay, 'tis too true'; therefore he shall be Cade. And, to speak truth, thou deservist no less. Smith. Sir, he made a chimney in my father's 35 This monument of the victory will I bear; and house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify the bodies shall be dragged at my horse' heels, it; therefore, deny it not. till I do come to London, where we will have Staf. And will you credit this basedrudge's words, the mayor's sword borne before us. That speaks he knows not what? Dichi If we mean to thrive and do good, break All. Ay, marry, will we; therefore get you gonc. open the gaols, and let out the prisoners. Y. Staf. Jack Cade, the duke of York hath Cade. Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, taught you this. let's march towards London. [Exeunt. Cade. He lies, for I invented it myself. [ Aside. Go to, sirrah, Tell the king from me, that--for bis SCENE IV. father's sake, Henry the fifth, in whose time boys 45 Black-Ileath. went to span-counter for French crowns,-I am Entir King Henry to th a supplication, and Queen content he shall reign; but I'll be protector over Margaret with Suffolk's heud; the Duke of Buckhiin. ingham, and the Lord Say. Dick. And, furthermore, we'll have the lord 2. Alar. Oft have I heard—that grief softens Say's head, for selling the dukedom of Maine. 50 the mind, Cade. And good reason; for thereby is England And makes it fearful and degenerate; maim'd, and fain to go with a staft, but that my Think therefore on revenge, and cease to werp. puissance holds it up. Fellow kings, I teil vou, But who can cease to weep, and look on this that that lord Say hath gelded the common-wealth, Here may his head lie on my throbbing breast : and made it an eunuch: and more than that, he can 55 But where's the body that I should embrace: speak French, and therefore he is a traitor. Buck. What answer makes your grace to the Staf. O gross and miserable ignorance ! rebels' supplication? Cade. Nay, answer, if you can: The Frenchmen K. Henry. I'll send some holy bishop to entreat: are our enemies: go to then, I ask but this: Can For God forbid, so many simple souls he, that speaks with the tongue of an enemy, be a 60 Should perish by the sword ! And I myself, good counsellor, or no? Rather than bloody war should cut them short, All. No, no; and therefore we'll have his head. Will parley with Jack Cade their general.'i. ė. I pay them no regard. ? Here Cade must be supposed to take off Stafford's arınour. 30 warning. But stay, I'll read it over once again. [face 1 Cit. No, my lord, nor likely to be slain; for 2. Alar. Ah, barbarous villains? hath this lovely they have won the bridge, killing all those that Rul'd, like a wandering planet, over me; withstand them: The lord mayor craves aid of And could it not enforce them to relent, your honour from the Tower, to defend the city That were unworthy to behold the same? Irom the rebels. [mand; K. Henry. Lord Say, Jack Cade hath sworn Scales. Such aid as I can spare, you shall cointo have thy head. But I am troubled here with them myself, Say. Ay, but I hope, your highness shall have The rebels have assay'd to win the Tower. K. Henry. How now, madam? [his. But get you into Smithfield, gather head, Lamenting still, and mourning Sutrolk's death? 10 And thither will I send you Matthew Gough': I fear, my love, if that I had been dead, Fight for your king, your country, and your lives; Thou wouldest not have mourn'd so much for me. And so farewell, for I must hence again. (Exeunt. 2. Mar. No, my love, I should not mourn, but die for thee. SCENE VI. 151 Cannon-Street. K. Henry. How now! what news? why com’st Enter Jack Cade and the rest. He strikes his staf thou in such haste? on London-stone. Mes. Therebels are in Southwark: Fly, my lord! Cade. Now is Mortimer lord of this city. And Jack Cade proclaims himself lord Mortimer, Descended froin the duke of Clarence' house; here, sitting upon London-stone, I charge and 20 And calls your grace usurper, openly, command, that, of the city's cost, the pissingAnd vows to crown himself in Westminster. conduit run nothing but claret wine the first year His army is a ragged multitude of our reign. And now, henceforward, it shall be treason for any that calls me other thanOf hinds and peasants, rude and merciless : Lord Mortimer. Enter a Soldier running. Cade. Knock him down there. [They kill him. Theycall—false caterpillars,and intend theirdeath. Smith. If this fellow be wise, he'll never call K. Henry. O graceless men! they know not you Jack Cade more; I think, he hath a very fair what they do. Buck. My gracious lord, retire to Kenelworth, Dick. My lord, there's an arıny gather'd toUntil a power be rais'd to put them down. 2. Mar. Ah! were the duke of Suffolk now alive, gether in Smithfield. These Kentish rebels should be soon appeas'd. Cade. Come then, let's go fight with them : K. Henry. Lord Say, the traitor hateth thee, 35 if you can, burn down the Tower too. Come, But, first, go and set London-bridge on fire; and, Therefore away with us to Kenelworth. [Exeunt. Say. So might your grace's person be in danger; The sight of nie is odious in their eyes : SCENE VII. 401 Smithfield. Alarum. Enter Jack Cade with his company. They 2 Mes. Jack Cade hath gotten London-bridge; fight with the King's forces, and Matthew Gough The citizens fly him, and forsake their houses : is slain. The rascal people, thirsting after prey, Cade. So, sirs:-Now go some and pull down Join with the traitor; and they jointly swear, 45 the Savoy ; others to the inns of court; down To spoil the city, and your royal court. [horse. with them all. Bůck. Then linger not, my lord : away, take Dick. I have a suit unto your lordship. K. Henry. Come, Margaret; God, our hope, Cade. Be it a lordship, thou shalt have it for will succour us. that word, 2. Mar. My hope is gone, now Suffolk is de-30 Dick. Only, that the laws of England may come ceas d. srebels. out of your mouth. K.Henry. Farewell, my lord: trust not to Kentish John. Mass, 'twill be sore law then; for he was Buck. Trust no body, for fear you be betray'd. thrust in the mouth with a spear, and 'tis not Say. The trust I have is in mine innocence, Aside. And therefore am I bold and resolute. [Exeunt. 55 Smith. Nay, John, it will be stinking law; for his breath stinks with eating toasted cheese. [Aside. SCENE V. Cade. I have thought upon it, it shall be so. London. Away, burn all the records of the realm; my Enter Lord Seales, and others, on the walls of the mouth shall be the parliament of England. Tower. Then enter two or three Citizens below. 60 John. Then we are like to have biting statutes, Scales. How now? Is Jack Cade slain ? Junless his teeth be pull'd out. [Aside. * According to Holinshed, Matthew Gough was “a man of great wit and much experience in feats of chivalrie, the which in continuall warres had spent his time in service of the king and his father.” Qq2 Cud let's away. a whole yet. |
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