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K. Hen. How now, madam 1 Still

Lamenting and mourning for Suffolk's death?
I fear, my love, if that I had been dead,

Thou would'st not have mourn'd so much for

me.

SCENE VI.-The same.-Cannon Street.
Enter JACK CADE and his Followers.-He
strikes his Staff on London-stone.
Cade. Now is Mortimer lord of this city.

Q. Mar. No, my love, I should not mourn And here, sitting upon London-stone, I charge but die for thee.

Enter a MESSENGER.

news? Why

K. Hen. How now! What
comest thou in such haste?
Mes. The rebels are in Southwark; Fly,
lord!

Jack Cade proclaims himself Lord Mortimer,
Descended from the duke of Clarence' house;
And calls your grace usurper openly,
And vows to crown himself in Westminster.
His army is a ragged multitude

my

Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless :
Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother's death
Hath given them heart and courage to

ceed :

and command, that of the city's cost, the pis-
sing-conduit run nothing but claret wine this
first year of our reign. And now, henceforward
it shall be treason for any that calls me other
than lord Mortimer.

Enter a SOLDIER, running.
Sold. Jack Cade! Jack Cade!
Cade. Knock him down there.

[They kill him. Smith. If this fellow be wise, he'll never call you Jack Cade more; I think he bath a very fair warning.

Dick. My lord, there's an army gather'd topro-gether in Smithfield.

All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen,
They call false caterpillars, and intend their

death.

K. Hen, O graceless men !-They know not what they do.

Cade. Come then, let's go fight with them : but first, go and set London-bridge on fire; and, Come, if you can, burn down the Tower too.

let's away.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VII.-The same.-Smithfield.

Buck. My gracious lord, retire to Kenel-Alarum.-Enter, on one side, CADE and his

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Enter another MESSENGER.

2 Mes. Jack Cade hath gotten London-bridge;
the citizens

Fly and forsake their houses:
The rascal people, thirsting after prey,
Join with the traitor; and they jointly swear,
To spoil the city, and your royal court.
Buck. Then linger not, my lord: away, take
borse!

K. Hen. Come, Margaret; God, our hope,
will succour us.

Q. Mar. My hope is gone, now Suffolk is de-
ceased.

K. Hen. Farewell, my lord; trust not the
Kentish rebels.

[To LORD SAY.] Buck. Trust nobody, for fear you be betray'd.

Say. The trust I have is in mine innocence, And therefore am I bold and resolute.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V.-The same.-The Tower. Enter Lord SCALES, and others, on the Walls.

-Then enter certain CITIZENS below. Scales. How now? Is Jack Cade slain? 1 it. No, my lord, nor likely to be slain; for they have won the bridge, killing all those that withstand them: the lord mayor craves aid of your honour from the Tower, to defend the city from the rebels.

Scales. Such aid as I can spare, you shall
command;

Bat I am troubled here with them myself;
The rebels have assay'd to win the Tower.
But get you to Smithfield, and gather bead,
And thither I will send you Matthew Gough :
Fight for your king, your country, and your
lives;

And so farewell, for I must hence again.

[Exeunt.

Company; on the other, Citizens and the
King's Forces, headed by MATTHEW GOUGH.
-They fight; the Citizens are routed, and
MATTHEW GOUGH is slain.

Cade. So, Sirs :-Now go some and pull down the Savoy; others to the inns of court; down with them all.

Dick. I bave a suit unto your lordship. Cade. Be it a lordship, thou shalt have it for that word.

Dick. Only that the laws of England may come out of your mouth.

John. Mass, 'twill be sore law then; for he was thrust in the mouth with a spear, and 'tis not whole yet.

Smith. Nay, John, it will be stinking law; for his breath stinks with eating toasted [A side. cheese. Cade. I have thought upon it, it shall be so. Away, burn all the records of the realm; my mouth shall be the parliament of England.

John. Then we are like to have biting sta[Aside. tutes, unless his teeth be pull'd out. Cade. And hencefoward all things shall be in common.

Enter a MESSENGER.

Mes. My lord, a prize, a prize! Here's the lord Say, which sold the towns in France; be that made us pay one and twenty fifteens, and one shilling to the pound, the last subsidy.

Enter GEORGE BEVIS, with the Lord SAY.

Cade. Well, he shall be beheaded for it ten times.-Ah! thou say, thou serge, nay, thou buckram lord! Now art thou within point blank of our jurisdiction regal. What canst thou answer to my majesty, for giving up of Normandy unto monsieur Basimecu, the dauphin of France? Be it known unto thee by these presence of lord Mortimer, that I am the besom that must sweep the court clean of such filth as thou art. Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm, in erecting a grammarschool: and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used; and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill. It will be proved to thy face, that thou hast men about thee, that usually talk of a noun and a verb; and such abomina. A fifteen was the fifteenth part of all the moveables or personal property, of each subject. Say was a kind of serge.

ble words, as no Christian ear can endure to hear. Thou hast appointed justices of peace, to call poor men before them about matters they were not able to answer. Moreover, thou hast put them in prison; and, because they could not read, thou hast hanged them; when, in deed, only for that cause they have been most worthy to live. Thou dost ride on a foot-cloth, dost thou not?

Say. What of that?

Cade. Marry, thou oughtest not to let thy horse wear a cloak, when honester men than thou go in their hose and doublets.

Dick. And work in their shirt too; as myself, for example, that am a butcher.

Say. You men of Kent,-
Dick. What say you of Kent?

Say. Nothing but this: 'Tis bona terra, mala
gens.

Cade. Away with him, away with him! he speaks Latin.

Say. Hear me but speak, and bear me where
you will.

Kent, in the commentaries Cæsar writ,
Is term'd the civil'st place of all this isle :
Sweet is the country, because full of riches;
The people liberal, valiant, active, wealthy;
Which makes me hope you are not void of
pity.

I sold not Maine, I lost not Normandy;
Yet, to recover them, would lose my life.
Justice with favour have I always done;
Prayers and tears have mov'd me, gifts could

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Hath made me full of sickness and diseases. Cade. Ye shall have a hempen caudle then, and the pap of a hatchet.

Dick. Why dost thou quiver, man?

Say. The palsy, and not fear, provoketh me. Cade. Nay, he nods at us; as who should say, I'll be even with you. I'll see if his head will stand steadier on a pole, or no: Take him away, and behead him.

Say. Tell me, wherein I have offended most?
Have I affected wealth, or honour; Speak?
Are my chests fill'd up with extorted gold?
Is my apparel sumptuous to behold?
Whom have I injured, that ye seek my death?
These hands are free from guiltless blood-
shedding,

This breast from harbouring foul deceitful
thoughts.

O let me live!

but I'll bridle it; he shall die, an it be but for pleading so 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 say, and strike off his head presently: and then break into his son-in-law's house, Sir James Cromer, and strike off his head, and bring them both upon two poles hither.

All. It shall be done.

Say. Ah! countrymen, if, when you make your

prayers,

God should be so obdurate, as yourselves,
How would it fare with your departed souls!
And therefore yet relent, and save my life.
Cade. Away with him, and do as I command
ye.
[Exeunt some with Lord SAY.
The proadest peer in the realm shall not wear
a head on his shoulders, unless he pay me
tribute; there shall not a maid be married,
but she shall pay to me her maidenhead ere
they have it: men shall hold of me in capite;
and we charge and command that their wives
be as free as heart can wish, or tongue call
tell.

Dick. My lord, when shall we go to Cheap-
side, and take up commodities upon our bills!
Cade. Marry, presently.
All. O brave!

Re-enter Rebels with the Heads of Lords SAY
and his Son-in-law.

Cade. But is not this braver ?-Let them kiss one another, for they loved well, when they were alike. 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 inaces, will we ride through the streets; and at every corner have them kiss-Away!

[Excunt.

SCENE VIII.-Southwark. Alarum. Enter CADE, and all his Rabblement.

Cade. Up Fish street! Down Saint Marnos' corner! Kill and knock down! Throw Luci 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 rabble lead you to your deaths!
Who loves the king, and will embrace his
pardon,

Fling up his cap, and say-God save his m-
jesty!

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 hang'd with

Cade. I feel remorse in myself with his words: your pardons about your necks Hath my sword

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therefore broke through London gates, that you should leave me at the White Hart in Southwark? I thought ye would never have given ost freedom: but you are all recreants and datthese arms, till you had recover'd your ancient

A demon who was supposed to attend at call.

+ This piece of barbarity is recorded by Holinsbed.

Scene IX.

SECOND PART OF KING HENRY VI.

tards; and delight to live in slavery to the
nobility. Let them break your backs with bur-
dens, 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 Fifth,
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 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 bales 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 despight 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 bave 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
throue,

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 ma
jesty!
K. Hen. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor
Cade surprized?

Or is he but retired to make him strong!
Enter below, a great number of CADE's Fol-
lowers, with Halters, about their Necks.
Clif. He's fled, my lord, and all his powers
do yield;

And humbly thus with balters 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,
Aud Henry, though he be infortunate,

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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!

Enter a MESSENGER.

Mess. Please it your grace to be advértised,
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;

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 dis-

persed;

And now is York in arms to second him.-
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.

K. Hen. In any case, be not too rough in

terins;

[guage. For he is fierce, 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;

[Exeunt. For yet may England curse my wretched reign.

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 Wherefore, on I night have a lease of my life for a thousand years, I could stay no longer.

a brick-wall have I climbed into this garden;
to see if I can eat grass, or pick a sallet ano-
ther while, which is not amiss to cool a man's
And I think this
stomach this hot weather.
word sallet was bern 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 quart-
pot to drink in; and now the word sallet must
serve me to feed on.

Enter IDEN, with Servants.

Iden. Lord, who would live turmoiled in the

court,

And may enjoy such quiet walks as these!
This small inheritance, my father left me,
Contenteth me, and is worth a monarchy.
I seek not to wax great by other's waining;
Or gather wealth, I care not with what envy;
Sufficeth, that I have maintains my state,
And sends the poor well pleased from my
gate.

Cade. Here's the lord of the soil come to
seize me for a stray, for entering his fee sim-
Ah! villain thou wilt be-
ple without leave.
tray me, and get a thousand crowns of the
king for carrying my head to him; but I'll
make thee eat iron like on ostridge, and swal-
low my sword like a great pin, ere thou and I
part
Iden.

Why, rude companion, whatsoe'er thou be,

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dear.

I know thee not; why then should I betray | To entertain great England's lawful king.
Is'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 England 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 monstrous 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 cowards; 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 head;
Which I will bear in triumph to the king,
Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon.
[Exit, dragging out the Body.

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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 I 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 theu, 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.
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 hither,
Is-to remove proud Somerset from the king,
Seditious to his grace, and to the state.

Aside.

Buck. That is too much presumption on thy part :

But if thy arms be to no other end,
The king hath yielded unto thy demand;
The duke of Somerset is in the Tower.

York. Upon thine honour, is he prisoner!
Buck. Upon mine bonour, 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.
Enter King HENRY, attended.

K. Hen. Buckingham, doth York intend to harm us,

That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm!
York. In all submision and humility,
York doth present himself unto your highness.
K. Hen. Then what intend these forces thon
dost bring?

York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence;

And fight against that monstrous rebel, Cade,
Who since I heard to be discomfited.

Enter IDEN, with CADE's Head.
Iden. If one so rude, and of so mean condition,

May pass into the presence of a king,
Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head,
The head of Cade, whom I in combat siew.

• Balance my hand.

HENRY VI

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

O let 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 not
amiss

He were created knight for his good service.
[He kneels.]
K. Hea. Iden, kneel down;

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 me
ask of these,

If they can brook 1 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
Furces 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

their bail.

Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the
[Kneels.
king!
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.

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

Makes him oppose himself against his king.
Clif. He is a traitor; let him to the Tower,
And chop away that factious pate of bis-

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 weapons shall.

Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have wre
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
lump,

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
nie?

Sal. I have.

K. Hen. Caust thou dispense with heaven for
such an oath?

Sul. It is great sin, to swear unto a sin;
But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath.
Who can be bound by any solemu vow
To do a murderous deed, to rob a man,
To force a spotless virgin's chastity,
To reave the orphan of his patrimony,
To wring the widow from her custom'd right;
And have no other reason for this wrong,
But that he was bound by a solemn oath ?
Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister.

The Nevils, earls of Warwick, had a bea, and ragged staff for their crest. ↑ Bear-keeper.

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