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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 Firth, That thus you do exclaim you'll go with him? Will be conduct you through the heart of France,

And make the meanest of you earls and dukes!
Alas, be 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 French, whom you late vanquished,
Should make a start o'er seas, aud 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-boru 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: Henry bath 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 despis.bt of the devils and hell have through the very tuidst 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,
Shail have a thousand crowns for his reward-
[Exeunt 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 I?
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 be 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. Hon. Then, heaven, set ope thy everlasting gates,

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!

Like to a ship, that, having escaped a tempest, | Is straightway calm'd, and boarded with a pirate: But now is Cade driven back, his men dispersed;

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,
Aud Henry, though he be infortunate,

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;

And now is York in arms to second bim.-
I pray thee, Buckingham, 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.

terins;

K. Hen. In any case, be not too rough in [guage. For he is tierce, 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 inight 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 serv'd me instead of a quartpot to drink in; and now the word sallet must serve me to feed on.

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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 thee 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

more.

Iden. Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while Englaud 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, [bast;
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 mon-
strous 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 co-
wards; 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 bead;
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 I-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.

lu supposing that I am proud of my victory.

dear.

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 1 a soul;
On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France.
Enter BUCKINGHAM.

Whom have we here? Buckingham to disturb

me?

The king bath sent him, sure: I must dissemble.
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.

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 king, more kingly in my thoughts:
But I must make fair weather yet a while,
Till Henry be more weak, and I more strong.
Aside.

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 bitber,
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 bath 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.

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K. Hen. The head of Cade ?-Great God, how just art thou!

O fet 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 no

amiss

He were created knight for his good service.
K. Hea. 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 caust not rule a traitor,
That head of thine doth not become a crown;
Thy hand is made 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 ask of these,

me

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

Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mis

take;

But thou mistak'st 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

their bail.

king!

Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the [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.

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 wea pons 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, 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 Jump,

As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!
York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly

anon.

Clif. Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves.

K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow ?

Old Salisbury,-shame to thy silver hair,
Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son !-
What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the
ruflian,

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
mie?

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The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff,
This day I'll 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.

SCENE II.-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 fill the empty air,
Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me!
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-banded 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.

York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still.

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.

It

hell.

Enter CLIFFORD,

War. Of one or both of us the time is come.

York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some

other chase,

Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will!
[Erit.

Enter young CLIFFORD.

Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the
rout!

Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds
Where it should guard. O war, thou son of
hell,

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

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

To die in ruffian battle ?-Even at this sight,
My heart is turn'd to stone; and, while, 'tis
mine,

shall be steny. York not our old men

• Helmet.

+ One on whom nature hath set a mark of deformity, a stigma.

A dreadful wager; a tremendous stake.

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 fax.
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 Æneas old Anchises bear,
So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders;
But then Eneas bare a living load,
Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine.

(Erit. Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET and SOMERSET, 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.

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
thou pause?

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

York. With thy brave bearing should I be in
love,
But that thou art so fast mine enemy.

K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens! good
Margaret, stay.

Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and
esteem,

Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll not
fight uor fly;
Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence,
To give the enemy way; and to secure us

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 in-
stantly.
[They fight, and CLIFFORD falls.
Clif. La fin couronne les œuvres. [Dies.

But that 'tis shown ignobly and in treason.
York. So let it help me now against thy By what we can, which can no more but fly.
[Alarum afar of.
If you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom
Of all our fortunes: but if we haply scape,
(As well we may, if not through your neglect,)
We shall to London get; where you are lov'd:
And where this breach, now in our fortunes
made,
May readily be stopp'd.

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Enter young CLIFFORD.

But still, where danger was, still there I met him;

Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mis- And like rich hangings in a homely house,
So was his will in his old feeble body,
But, noble as he is, look where he comes.
Enter SALISBURY.

chief set,

I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly;
But fly you must; uncurable discomfit
Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts.
Away, for your relief! and we will live
To see their day, and them our fortune give:
Away, my lord, away!

[Exeunt.

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Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought
to-day;

By the mass, so did we all.-I thank you, Richard:
God knows how long it is I have to live;

And it hath pleas'd him, that three imes to-day
You have defended me from imminent death.-
Well, lords, we have not got that which we have:
Tis not enough our foes are this time fled,
Being opposites of such repairing nature. +

York. I know our safety is to follow them;
For, as I hear, the king is fled to London,
To call a present court of parliament.
Let us pursue him ere the writs go forth:-
What says lord Warwick; shall we after them?

War. After them! nay, before them, if we can.
Now by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day :
Saint Alban's battle, won by famous York,
Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come.-
Sound, drums and trumpets;-and to London all:
And more such days as these to us befall!

[Exeunt.

1. e. We have not secured that which we have acquired.

t1. e. Being enemies that are likely so soon to ralle and recover themselves from this defeat.

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