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;

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.

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.

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.

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.