Dick. My lord, when shall we go to Cheapside, and take up commodities upon our bills ? Cade. Marry, presently. All. O brave! Re-enter Rebels, with the heads of LORD SAY and his Son-in-law. 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! [Exeunt. SCENE VIII. --Southwark. Alarum. Enter CADE, and all his Rabblement. Cade. Up Fish-street! down Saint Magnus' corner! kill and knock down! throw them into Thames!-[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 Forces. 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, Fling up his cap, and 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. 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 hanged with your pardons about your necks? Hath my sword therefore broke through London gates, that you should leave me at the White Hart in Southwark? I thought ye would never have given out these arms, till you had recovered your ancient freedom: but you are all recreants and dastards; 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 will 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 Hen(e)ry 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. Were't not a shame that, whilst you live at jar, The fearful French, whom you late vanquished, Should make a start o'er seas, and vanquish you? Methinks, already, in this civil broil, mercy. To France, to France, and get what you have lost; Spare England, for it is your native coast : Henry 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 despite of the devils and hell, have through the very middest 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 he that brings his head unto the king Follow me, soldiers; we'll devise a mean [Exeunt. SCENE IX.-Killingworth (Kenilworth) Castle. Enter KING HENRY, QUEEN MARGARET, and K. Hen. Was ever king that joy'd an earthly throne, And could command no more content than I? Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD. Buck. Health and glad tidings to your majesty! K. Hen. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade surprised? 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 fled, 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 so, with thanks, and pardon to you all, Enter a Messenger. Mess. Please it your grace to be advértised, Like to a ship, that, having 'scaped a tempest, Som. My lord, K. Hen. In any case, be not too rough in terms; For he is fierce, and cannot brook hard language. For yet may England curse my wretched reign. [Exeunt. |