Unless you be poffeft with dev'lish fpirits,

Ye cannot but forbear to murther me:

This tongue hath parlied unto foreign Kings
For your behoof.

Cade. Tut, when struck'st thou one blow in the field? Say. Great men have reaching hands; oft have I ftruck Thofe that I never saw, and ftruck them dead.

George. O monftrous coward! what, to come behind folks?

Say. These cheeks are pale with watching for your good.

Cade. Give him a box o'th' ear, and that will make 'em red again.

Say. Long fitting to determine poor mens' Causes Hath made me full of fickness and diseases.

Cade. Ye fhall have a hempen caudle then, and the help of a hatchet.

Dick. Why doft thou quiver, man?

Say. The palfie, and not fear, provokes me.

Cade. Nay, he nods at us, as who fhould fay, I'll be even with you. I'll fee, if his head will ftand fteadier on a pole or no: take him away, and behead him.

Say. Tell me, wherein have I offended moft?
Have I affected wealth or honour? speak.
Are my chefts fill'd up with extorted gold?
Is my apparel fumptuous to behold ?

Whom have I injur'd, that ye feek my
death?
These hands are free from guiltless blood-fhedding;
This breaft from harb'ring foul deceitful thoughts.
O, let me live!

Cade. I feel remorse in my self with his words; but I'll bridle it; he fhall die, an it be but for pleading fo 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 fay, and ftrike off his head presently; and then break into his fon-in-law's house, Sir James Cromer, and ftrike off his head, and bring them Beth upon two poles

hither.

All. It fhall be done.

Say. Ah, Country-men, if when you make your pray'rs,

God

God fhould be fo obdurate as your felves,
How would it fare with your departed fouls?
And therefore yet relent, and fave my life.

Gade. Away with him, and do as I command ye: the proudest Peer of the Realm fhall not wear a head on his fhoulders, unless he pay me tribute; there shall not a maid be married, but fhe fhall pay me her maidenhead ere they have it; men fhall hold of me in Capite. And we charge and command, that their wives be as free as heart can wish, or tongue can tell.

Dick. My lord, when fhall we go to Cheapfide, and take up commodities upon our bills? Cade. Marry, presently.

All. O brave!

Enter one with the heads.

Cade. But is not this braver? Let them kifs one another; for they lov'd well when they were alive: Now part them again, left they confult about the giving up of fome more towns in France. Soldiers, defer the spoil of the City until night; for with these borne before us, inftead of maces, will we ride through the streets, and at every corner have them kifs. Away. [Exeunt.

SCENE changes to Southwark.

Alarum, and Retreat. Enter again Cade, and all his

Cade.

UP

Rabblement.

P Fish-fireet, down St. Magnus Corner, kill and knock down; throw them into Thames. [A Parley founded.

What noise is this I hear?

Dare any be fo bold to found retreat or parley,
When I command them kill?

Enter Buckingham and old Clifford, attended.

Buck. Ay, here they be that dare and will disturb thee: Know, Cade, we come Ambaffadors from the King Unto the Commons, whom thou haft mis-led;

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And

And here pronounce free pardon to them All,
That will forfake thee, and go home in peace.
Clif What fay ye, Country-men, will ye relent,
And yield to mercy, whilft 'tis offer'd you,
Or let a rabble lead you to your deaths?

Who loves the King, and will embrace his Pardon,
Fling up his cap, and fay, God fave his Majefty!
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 fave the King! God fave the King!

Cade. What Buckingham and Clifford, are ye fo brave? and you, base peasants, do ye believe'em? will you needs be hang'd with your pardons about your necks? hath my fword therefore broke through London' gates, that you fhould leave me at the White-hart in Southwark? I thought, you would never have given out these arms, till you had recovered your ancient Freedom: but you are all recreants and daftards, and delight to live in flavery to the Nobility. Let them break your backs with burthens, take your houfes over your heads, ravish your wives and daughters before your faces. For me, I will make fhift for one, and fo God's curfe 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.
Were't not a fhame, that, whilft you live at jar,
The fearful French, whom you late vanquished,
Should make a start o'er feas, and vanquish you?
Methinks, already in this civil broil

I fee them lording it in London ftreets,
Crying, Villageois! unto all they meet.
Better, ten thousand bafe-born Cades mifcarry;
Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman's mercy.
To France, to France, and get what you have loft;

Spare

Spare England, for it is your native Coaft.

Henry hath mony, you are ftrong and manly:
God on our fide, doubt not of victory.

All. A Clifford a Clifford! we'll follow the King and Clifford.

Cade. Was ever feather fo lightly blown to and fro, as this multitude? the name of Henry the fifth hales them to an hundred mischiefs, and makes them leave me defolate. I fee them lay their heads together to furprize me. My fword make way for me, for here is no staying; in defpight of the devils and hell, have through the very midst of you; and heavens and honour be witnefs, that no want of refolution in me, but only my followers base and ignominious treasons make me betake me to my heels. [Exit. Buck. What, is he fled? go fome, and follow him. And he, that brings his head unto the King, Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward.

[Exeunt fome of them.

Follow me, foldiers; we'll devise a mean
To reconcile you All unto the King.

[Exeunt omnes.

SCENE, the Palace at Killingworth.

Sound trumpets. Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, and Somerset on the Terras.

AS ever King that joy'd an earthly

K. Henry. WA

throne,

And could command no more content than I?
No fooner 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. Henry. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade furpriz'd?

Or is he but retir'd to make him ftrong?

Enter multitudes with halters about their necks.

Clif. He's fled, my lord, and all hi And humbly thus with halters on their Expect your highness' doom of life o

K. Henry. Then, heav'n, fet ope th To entertain my vows of thanks and Soldiers, this day have you redeem'd And fhew'd how well you love your Pr Continue ftill in this fo good a mind, And Henry, though he be unfortunate, Affure your felves, will never be unkin And fo with thanks, and Pardon to yo I do difmifs you to your feveral countri All. God fave the King! God fave

Enter Meffenger.

Mef. Please it your Grace to be adve The Duke of York is newly come from And with a puiffant and mighty pow'r Of Gallow-glaffes and ftout Kernes, Is marching hitherward in proud array And ftill proclaimeth, as he comes alo His Arms are only to remove from the The Duke of Somerset, whom he terms K. Henry. Thus ftands my ftate, 'twi diftreft;

Like to a fhip, that, having fcap'd a t Is ftraitway calm'd and boarded with a But now is Cade driv'n back, his men d And now is York in arms to second him.

(11) Is ftraitway claim'd, and boarded wit not but my Readers will agree, that 1 have r its true Reading. After the violent Worki the Sea is, for the most part, totally with Allufion to the King's Affairs, the Tem bellion was just blown over; the State was in Infurrection being quieted: and immediately -furping Pirate, comes to feize the Veffel of G again, which heightens the Juftness of the Mo the moft ufual Occafion of Weffels being taken!