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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!
Methinks, already, in this civil broil,
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,
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?
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 :
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!—
Enter a MESSENGER.
Mess. Please it your grace to be advertised,
Is marching hitherward in proud array;
And now is York in arms to second bim.-
I'll yield myself to prison willingly.
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.
For yet may England curse my wretched reign.
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.
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
Iden. Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while Englaud stands,
That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent,
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-
Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed.
Cade. Iden, farewell; and be proud of thy
And as I thrust thy body in with my sword,
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
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.
Let them obey, that know not how to rule;
Whom have we here? Buckingham to disturb
The king bath sent him, sure: I must dissemble.
York. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting,
Art thou a messenger or come of pleasure!
To know the reason of these arms in peace
Or dare to bring thy force so near the court.
Oh! I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint,
O Buckingham, I pr'ythee, pardon me,
Buck. That is too much presumption on thy
But if thy arms be to no other end,
York. Upon thine honour, is he prisoner!
Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves;
Buck. York, I commend this kind submission:
K. Hen. The head of Cade ?-Great God, how just art thou!
O fet me view his visage being dead,
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
He were created knight for his good service.
We give thee for reward a thousand marks;
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.
Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear,
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,
If they can brook I bow a knee to man.-
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
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
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:
• 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
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!
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,
And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles?
Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself
The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff,
SCENE II.-Saint Albans..
And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear,
How now, my noble lord? what, all a-foot ?
But match to match I have encounter'd him,
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
For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night.
Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in
War. Of one or both of us the time is come.
York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some
Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will!
Enter young CLIFFORD.
Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the
Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds
Whom angry heavens do make their minister,
Hath no self-love; nor he, that loves himself,
To cease! +-Wast thou ordain'd, dear father,
To die in ruffian battle ?-Even at this sight,
shall be steny. York not our old men
+ One on whom nature hath set a mark of deformity, a stigma.
A dreadful wager; a tremendous stake.
(Erit. Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET and SOMERSET, fighting, and SOMERSET is killed.
Rich. So, lie thou there ;-
Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful
Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill.
For I myself must hunt this deer to death.
As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,
(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
K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens! good
Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and
Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll not
As I in justice and true right express it!
But that 'tis shown ignobly and in treason.
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,
I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly;
Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought
By the mass, so did we all.-I thank you, Richard:
And it hath pleas'd him, that three imes to-day
York. I know our safety is to follow them;
War. After them! nay, before them, if we can.
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.