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He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.
Sal. Disturb hiin not, let him pass peaceably. Comb down his hair; look ! look! it stands upright, K. Hen. Peace to his soul, if God's good pleasure Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul !
be ! Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary Lord cardinal, if thou think'st on heaven's bliss, Bring the strong poison that I bought of him. Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope.
K. Hen. O thou eternal Mover of the heavens, He dies, and makes no sign; O God, forgive him! Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch !
War. So bad a death argues a monstrous life. O, beat away the busy meddling fiend,
K. Hen. Forbear to judge, for we are sinners That lays strong siege unto this wretch's soul,
all. And from his bosom purge this black despair ! Close up his eyes, and draw the curtain close ; War. See. how the pangs of death do make him And let us all to meditation.
, Escunt. grin.
SCENE I. – Kent. The Sea-shore near Dover. Yet let not this make thee be bloody minded ;
Thy name is Gualtier, being rightly sounded. Firing heard at sea. Then enter from a boat, a
Whit. Gualtier, or Walter, which it is, I care not; Captain, a laster, a Master's-Mate, WALTER
Ne'er yet did base dishonour blur our name, WHITMORE, and others ; with them SUFFOLK, and
But with our sword we wip'd away the blot ; other Gentlemen, prisoners.
Therefore, when merchant-like I sell revenge, Cap. The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Broke be my sword, my arms torn and defac'd, Is crept into the bosom of the sea;
And I proclaim'd a coward through the world! And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades
[Lays hold on SUFFOLK. That drag the tragick melancholy night;
Suf. Stay, Whitmore; for thy prisoner is a Who with their drowsy, slow, and flagging wings
prince, Clip dead men's graves, and from their misty jaws The duke of Suffolk, William de la Pole. Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air.
Whit. The duke of Suffolk, muffled up in rags ! Therefore, bring forth the soldiers of our prize; Suf. Ay, but these rags are no part of the duke; For, whilst our pinnace anchors in the Downs, Jove sometime went disguis'd, And why not I ? Here shall they make their ransome on the sand, Cap. But Jove was never slain, as thou shalt be. Or with their blood stain this discolour'd shore. Suf. Obscure and lowly swain, king Henry's Master, this prisoner freely give I thee;
blood, And thou that art his mate, make boot of this ; The honourable blood of Lancaster, The other (pointing to SUFFOLK,] Walter Whit- Must not be shed by such a jaded groom. more, is thy share.
Hast thou not kiss'd thy hand, and held my stirrup? i Gent. What is my ransome, master? let me Bare-headed plodded by my foot-cloth mule, know.
And thought thee happy when I shook my head ? Mast. A thousand crowns, or else lay down your How often hast thou waited at my cup, head.
Fed from my trencher, kneelid down at the board, Mate. And so much shall you give, or off goes When I have feasted with queen Margaret? yours.
Remember it, and let it make thee crest-fall’n ; Cap. What, think you much to pay two thousand Ay, and allay this thy abortive pride : crowns,
How in our voiding lobby hast thou stood, And bear the name and port of gentlemen ?- And duly waited for my coming forth ? Cut both the villains' throats ; - for die you shall; | This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalf, The lives of those which we have lost in fight, And therefore shall it charm thy riotous tongue. Cannot be counterpois'd with such a petty sum. Whit. Speak, captain, shall I stab the forlorn i Gent. I'll give it, sir; and therefore spare my
Cap. First let my words stab him, as he hath ma's 2 Gent. And so will I, and write home for it Suf. Base slave! thy words are blunt, and so art straight.
thou. Whit. I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboard, Cap. Convey him hence, and on our long-boat's And therefore, to revenge it, shalt thou die ;
side [To Sur.
Strike off his head.
Thou dar'st not for thy own.
Poole? Rate me at what thou wilt, thou shalt be paid.
Poole ? Sir Pooie ? lord ? Whit. And so am I; my name is — Walter Ay, kennel, puddle, sink ; whose filth and dirt Whitmore.
Troubles the silver spring where England drinks. How now ? why start'st thou ? what, doth death Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth, affright?
For swallowing the treasure of the realm : Suf. Try name affrights me, in whose sound is | Thy lips, that kiss'd the queen,
shall sweep the death.
ground : A cunning man did calculate ry birth.
And thcu, that smil'dst at food duke Kumpley's And told me that by Water I should die.
Against the senseless winds shalt grin in vain, It is our pleasu:c, one of them depart: -
Therefore come you with us, and let him go.
(Exeunt all bul the first Gentleman. For daring to affy a mighty lord Unto the daughter of a worthless king,
Re-enter WHITMORE, with SUFFOLK's body. Having neither subject, wealth, nor diadem.
Whit. There let his head and lifeless body lie, By devilish policy art thou grown great,
Until the queen his mistress bury it. (Ezi. And, like ambitious Sylla, overgorg'd
i Gent. O barbarous and bloody spectacle ! With gobbets of thy mother's bleeding heart. His body will I bear unto the king : By thee, Anjou and Maine were sold to France : If he revenge it not, yet will his friends ; l'ire false revolting Normans, thorough thee, So will the queen, that living held him dear. Disdain to call us lorid; and Picardy
(Exit, with the body Hath slain their governors, surpriz'd our forts, And sent the raggeil soldiers wounded home.
SCENE II. – Blackheath. The princely Warwick, and the Nevils all,
Enter George Bevis and John HOLLAND. Whose dreadful swords were never drawn in vain, As hating thee, are vising up in arms :
Geo. Come, and get thee a sword, though made And now the house of York thrust from the of a lath ; they have been up these two days. crown,
John. They have the more need to sleep now By shameful murder of a guiltless king,
then. And lofty proud encroaching tyranny,
Geo. I tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier mean. Burns with revenging fire ; whose hopeful colours
to dress the commonwealth, and turn it, and set i Advance our half-fac'd sun, striving to shine,
new nap upon it. Under the which is writ Invitis nubibus.
John. So he had need, for 'tis threadhare. Well The commons here in Kent are up in arms : I say, it was never merry world in England, since And, to conclude, reproach, and beggary,
gentlemen came up. Is crept into the palace of our king,
Geo. O miserable age! Virtue is not regarded in And all by thee : Away! convey him hence. handycrafts-men.
Suf. O that I were a god, to shoot forth thunder John. The nobility think scorn to go in leather Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges!
aprons. Small things make base men proud : this villain
Geo. Nay more, the king's council are no good here,
workmen. Being captain of a pinnace, threatens more
John. True ; And yet it is said, — Labour in thy Than Bargulus the strong Illyrian pirate.
vocation : which is as much to say, as, — let the Drones suck not eagles' blood, but rob bee-hives. magistrates be labouring men; and therefore should It is impossible, that I should die
we be magistrates. By such a lowly vassal as thyself.
Geo. Thou hast hit it: for there's no better sign Thy words move rage, and not remorse, in me :
of a brave mind, than a hard hand. I go of message fron the queen to France;
John. I see them! I see them! There's Bes:'s I charge thee, waft me safely cross the channel. son, the tanner of Wingham ; Cap. Walter,
Geo. He shall have the skins of our enemies, to Whit. Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy make dog's leather of. death.
John. And Dick the butcher, Suf. Gelidus timor occupat artus : — 'tis thee I
Gev. Then is sin struck down like an ox, and fear.
iniquity's throat cut like a calf. Whit. Thou shalt have cause to fear, , fore I
John. And Smith the weaver. leave thee.
Geo. Argo, their thread of life is spun. What, are ye daunted now ? now will ye stoop ?
John. Come, come, let's fall in with them. I Gent. My gracious lord, entreat him, speak
Drum. Enter CADE, Dick the butcher, SMITH the him fair. Suf. Suffolk's imperial tongue is stern and rough,
weaver, and others in great number. Us’d to command, untaught to plead for favour. Cade. We John Cade, so termed of our supposed l'ar be it, we should honour such as these
father, With humble suit: no, rather let my head
Dick. Or rather, of stealing a cade of herrings. Stoop to the block, than these knees bow to any,
(Aside. Save to the God of beaven, and to my king,
Cade. for our enemies shall fall before us, Ard sooner dance upon a bloody pole,
inspired with the spirit of putting down kings and Than stand uncover'd to the vulgar groom
princes, Command silence. True nobility is exempt from fear : —
Dick. Silence ! More can I bear, than you dare execute.
Cade. My father was a Mortimer,Cap. Hale him away, and let him talk no more. Dick. He was an honest man, and a good brickSuf. Come, soldiers, show what cruelty ye can, layer.
(Aside. That this my death may never be forgot!
Caule. My mother a Plantagenet, Great men oft die by vile bezonians :
Dick. I knew her well, she was a midwife. ( Aside. A Roman sworder and banditto slave,
Cade. My wife descended of the Lacies, – Murder'd sweet Tully; Brutus' bastard hand Dick. She was, indeed, a pedlar's daughter, and Stabb’d Julius Cæsar ; savage islanders,
sold many laces.
(Aside. Fompey the great : and Suffolk dies by pirates. Smith. But, now of late, not able to travel with
(Erit Sur. with Whit, and others. her furred pack, she washes bucks here at home. Cap. And as for these whose ransome we have set,
Crede. Therefore am I oa an honourable house. Cade. Here I am, thou particular fellow.
Dick. Ay, by my faith, the field is honourable ; Mich. Fly, fly, fly! sir Humphrey Stafford and and there was he born, under a hedge; for his father his brother are hard by, with the king's forces. had never a house, but the cage.
[Aside. Cade. Stand, villain, stand, or I'll fell thee down: Cade. Valiant I am.
He shall be encountered with a man as good as Smith. 'A must needs; for beggary is valiant. himself: He is but a knight, is ’a?
[Aside. Mich. No. Carle. I am able to endure much.
Cade. To equal him, I will make myself a knigh Dick. No question of that ; for I have seen him presently; Rise up sir John Mortimer. Now have whipped three market days together. [Aside. at him.
Cade. I fear neither sword nor fire.
Enter Sir HUMPHREY STAFFORD, and William his is of proof.
brother, with drum and Forces. Dick. But, methinks, he should stand in fear of Staf. Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Kent, fire, being burnt i’the hand for stealing of sheep.
Mark'd for the gallows, — lay your weapons down,
[Aside. Home to your cottages, forsake this groom; — Cade. Be brave then ; for your captain is brave, The king is merciful, if you revolt. and vows reformation. There shall be, in England, W. Staf. But angry, wrathful, and inclin'd to seven half-penny loaves sold for a penny. the three
blood, hooped pot shall have ten hoops; and I will make If you go forward : Therefore yield, or die. it felony, to drink small beer: all the realm shall Cade. As for these silken-cusied slaves, I pass be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfry
not ; go to grass. And, when I am king, (as king I will It is to you, good people, that I speak, be)
O’er whom, in time to come, I hope to reign; AU. God save your majesty!
For I am rightful heir unto the crown. Cade. I thank you, good people :- there shall Staf. Villain, thy father was a plasterer ; be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score ; And thou thyself, a shearman, Art thou not ? and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they Cade. And Adam was a gardener. may agree like brothers, and worship me their lord. W. Staf. And what of that?
Dick. The first thing we do, let's kill all the Cade. Marry this : Edmund Mortimer, carl of lawyers.
March, Cade. Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a Married the duke of Clarence' daughter ; — Did he lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment ? that parchment, Staf. Ay, sir. being scribbled o'er, should undo a man? Some Cade. By ber, he had two children at one birth say, the bee stings : but I say, 'tis the bee's wax, W. Staf. That's false. for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never
Cade. "Ay, there's the question ; but, I say, mine own man since. How now? who's there?
The elder of them, being put to nurse, Enter some, bringing in the Clerk of Chatham. Was by a beggar-woman stol'n away ;
Smith. The clerk of Chatham : he can write and And, ignorant of his birth and parentage, read, and cast accompt.
Became a bricklayer, when he came to age : Cade. O monstrous !
His son am I ; deny it, if you can. Smith. We took him setting of boys' copies. Dick. Nay, 'tis too true; therefore he shall be Cade. Here's a villain !
king. Smith. H'as a book in his pocket, with red letters Smith. Sir, he made a chimney in my father's in't.
house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify Cade. Nay, then he is a conjurer.
it; therefore, deny it not. Dick. Nay, he can make obligations, and write Staf. And will you credit this base drudge's words, court-hand.
That speaks he knows not what ? Cade. I am sorry for't: the man is a proper man, All. Ay, marry, will we; therefore get ye gone. on mine honour ; unless I find him guilty, he shall W. Staf. Jack Cade, the duke of York hath taught not die, Come hither, sirrah, I must examine thee : What is thy name?
Cade. He lies, for I invented it myself. [Aside. Clerk. Emmanuel.
Go to, sirrah, Tell the king from me, that — for Dick. They use to write it on the top of letters ; his father's sake, Henry the Fifth, in whose time 'Twill
boys went to span-counter for French crowns, – -1 Cade. Let me alone :- Dost thou use to write am content he shall reign; but I'll be protector thy name ? or hast thou a mark to thyself, like an
over him. honest plain-dealing man ?
Dick. And, furthermore, we'll have the lord Clerk. Sir, I thank God, I have been so well Say's head, for selling the dukedom of Maine. orought up, that I can write my name.
Cade. And good reason, for thereby is England AU. He nath confessed : away with him ; he's a maimed, and fain to go with a staff, but that my villain, and a traitor.
puissance holds it up. Fellow kings, I tell you, Cade. Away with him, I say : hang him with his that that lord Say hath gelded the commonwealth, pen and inkhorn about his neck.
and made it an eunuch : and more than that, he can (Ereunt some with the Clerk. speak French, and therefore he is a traitor.
Staf. O gross and miserable ignorance !
Cride. Nay, answer, if you can : The Frenchmen Mich. Where's our general.
are cur enemies : go to then, I ask but this; Can
he, that speaks with the tongue of an enemy, be a Rul'a, like a wandering planet, over me : good counsellor, or no ?
And could it not enforce them to relent, All. No, no; and therefore we'll have his head. That were unworthy to behold the same? W. Slaf. Well, seeing gentle words will not K. Hen. Lord Say, Jack Cade hath sworn to prevail,
have thy head. Assail them with the army of the king.
Say. Ay, but I hope, your highness shall have his. Staf. Herald, away : and, throughout every town, K. Hen. How now, madam ? Still Proclaim them traitors that are up with Cade ; Lamenting, and mourning for Suffolk's death? That those, which fly before the battle ends,
I fear, my love, if that I had been dead, May, even in their wives' and children's sight, Thou wouldest not have mourn'd so much for me. Be hang'd up for example u their doors : —
Q. Mar. No, my love, I should not mourn, but And you, that be the king's friends, follow me.
die for thee. [Ereunt the two STAFFORDS,and Forces.
Enter a Messenger. Cade. And you, that love the commons, follow
K. Hen. How now! what news? why coin'st Now show yourselves men, 'tis for liberty.
thou in such haste ? We will not leave one lord, one gentleman :
Mess. The rebels are in Southwark; Fly, ny Spare none, but such as go in clouted shoon;
lord ! For they are thrifty honest men, and such
Jack Cade proclaims himself lord Mortimer, As would (but that they dare not,) take our parts.
Descended from the duke of Clarence' house; Dick. They are all in order, and march toward us. And calls your grace usurper, openly,
Cade. But then are we in order, when we are And vows to crown himself in Westminster. most out of order. Come, march forward. (Ereunt. His army is a ragged multitude
Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless : SCENE III. - Another Part of Blackheath. Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother's death
Hath given them heart and courage to proceed; Alarum. The two parties enter and fight, and both
All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen, the STAFFORDS are slain.
They call — false caterpillars, and intend their death. Cade. Where's Dick, the butcher, of Ashford ? K. Hen. O graceless men ! they know not wbat Dick. Here, sir.
they do. Cade. They fell before thee like sheep and oxen, Buck. My gracious lord, retire to Kenelworth, and thou behavedst thyself as if thou hadst been in Until a power be rais'd to put them down. thine own slaughter-house : therefore thus will I Q. Mar Ah! were the duke of Suffolk now alive, reward thee, - The Lent shall be as long again as These Kentish rebels would be soon appeas'd. it is; and thou shalt have a license to kill for a hun- K. Hen. Lord Say, the traitors hate thee, dred lacking one.
Therefore away with us to Kenelwurth. Dick. I desire no more.
Say. So might your grace's person be in danger ; Cade. And, to speak truth, thou deservestno The sight of me is odious in their eyes; less. This monument of the victory will I bear ; And therefore in this city will I stay, and the bodies shall be dragged at my horse' heels,
And live alone as secret as I may. till I do come to London, where we will have the mayor's sword borne before us.
Enter another Messenger. Dick. If we mean to thrive and do good, break 2 Mess. Jack Cade hath gotten London-bridge; open the grois, and let out the prisoners.
the citizens Cade. Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let's | Fly and forsake their houses ; march towards London.
[Ereunt. | The rascal people, thirsting after prey,
Join with the traitor; and they jointly swear,
Buck. Then linger not, my lord ; away, take
horse. Duke of BUCKINGHAM, and Lord Say, with him : at a distance, QUEEN MARGARET, mourning over
K. Hen. Come, Margaret ; God, our hope, will SUFFOLK's head.
Q. Mar. My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deQ. Mar. Oft have I heard that grief softens the
K. Hen. Farewell, my lord ; [to Lord Say] And makes it fearful and degenerate ;
trust not the Kentish rebels. Think therefore on revenge and cease to weep. Buck. Trust no body, for fear you be betray'd But who can cease to weep, and look on this? Say. The trust I have is in mine innocence, Here may his head lie on my throbbing breast : And therefore am I bold and resolute. (Exeunt. But where's the body that I should embrace? Buck. What answer makes your grace to the SCENE V. - The same.
The Tower. rebels' supplication ? K. Hen. I'll send some holy bishop to entreat :
Enter Lord SCALES, and others, on the walls. For God forbid, so many simple souls
Then enter certain Citizens, below. Should perish by the sword ! And I myself,
Scales. How now? is Jack Cade slain ? Rather than bloody war shall cut them short,
1 Cit. No, my lord, nor likely to be slain ; for Will parley with Jack Cade their general.
they have won the bridge, killing all those wiat But stay, I'll read it over once again.
withstand them: The lord mayor craves aid of your Q. Mar. Ah, barbarous villains ! hath this lovely honour from the Tower, to defend the city from the face
Scales. Such aid as I can spare, you shall com- buckram lord ! now art thou within point blank of mand;
our jurisdiction regal. What canst thou answer But I am troubled here with them myself,
to my majesty, for giving up of Normandy unto The rebels have assay'd to win the Tower.
monsieur Basimecu, the dauphin of France ? Be it But get you to Smithfield, and gather head, known unto thee, by these presence, even the presence And thither I will send you Matthew Gough: of lord Mortimer, that I am the besom that must Fight for your king, your country, and your lives; sweep the court clean of such filth as thou art. And so farewell, for I must hence again. (Exeunt. Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of
the realm, in erecting a grammar-school: and whereSCENE VI.
the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing Enter Jack Cade, and his Followers. He strikes his
to be used ; and, contrary to the king, his crown staff on London-stone.
and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill. It will Cade. Now is Mortimer lord of this city. And be proved to thy face, that thou hast men about bere, sitting upon London-stone, I charge and com- thee, that usually talk of a noun, and a verb; and mand, that, of the city's cost, the pissing-conduit such abominable words, as no Christian ear can enrun nothing but claret wine this first year of our
dure to hear. Thou hast appointed justices of peace, reign. And now, henceforward, it shall be treason to call poor men before them about matters they for any that calls me other than — lord Mortimer. were not able to answer. Moreover, thou hast put
them in prison ; and because they could not read, Enter a Soldier, running.
thou hast hanged them ; when, indeed, only for that Sold. Jack Cade! Jack Cade!
cause they have been most worthy to live. Thou Cade. Knock him down there. [They kill him. dost ride on a foot-cloth, dost thou not?
Smith. If this fellow be wise, he'll never call you Say, What of that? Jack Cade more; I think, he hath a very fair Cade. Marry, thou oughtest not to let thy horse warning.
wear a cloak, when honester men than thou
in Dich. My lord, there's an army gathered together their hose and doublets. in Smithfield.
Dick. And work in their shirt too; as myself, Cade. Come then, let's go fight with them : But, for example, that am a butcher. first, go and set London-bridge on fire ; and, if you Say. You men of Kent, can, burn down the Tower too.
Come, let's away.
Dick. What say you of Kent ? (Exeunt. Say. Nothing but this : 'Tis bona terra, mala gens.
Cade. Away with him, away with him! he speaks SCENE VII. The same.
you Alarun Enter, on one side, Cade and his com
will. pany; on the other, Citizens, and the King's Kent, in the commentaries Cæsar writ, Forces, headed by Matthew Gough. They fight; Is term'd the civil'st place of all this isle : the Citizens are routed, and Matthew Gough is Sweet is the country, because full of riches ; slain.
The people liberal, valiant, active, wealthy ; Cade. So, sirs : - Now go some and pull down Which makes me hope you are not void of pity. the Savoy ; others to the inns of court; down with I sold not Maine, I lost not Normandy; them all.
Yet, to recover them, would lose my life. Dick. I have a suit unto your lordship.
Justice with favour have I always done; Cade. Be it a lordship, thou shalt have it for that Prayers and tears have mov'd me, gifts could never. word.
When have I aught exacted at your hands, Dick. Only, that the laws of England may come Kent to maintain, the king, the realm, and you ? 1:ut of your mouth.
Large gifts have I bestow'd on learned clerks, John. Mass, 'twill be sore law then ; for he was Because
my book preferr'd me to the king : thrust in the mouth with a spear, and 'tis not whole And — seeing ignorance is the curse of God, yet.
[Aside. Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven, Smith. Nay, John, it will be stinking law ; for Unless you be possess'd with devilish spirits, his breath stinks with eating toasted cheese. [Aside. You cannot but forbear to murder me.
Cade. I have thought upon it, it shall be so. This tongue hath parley'd unto foreign kings Away, burn all the records of the realm; my For your behoof, mouth shall be the parliament of England.
Cade. Tut! when struck'st thou one blow in the John. Then we are like to have biting statutes, feld: tinless his teeth be pulled out.
[ Aside. Cay. Great men have reaching hands : oft have Cade. And henceforward all things shell be in
Those that I never saw, and struck them dead. Enter a Messenger.
Geo. O monstrous coward ! what, to come bc
hind folks Mess. My lord, a prize, a prize! here's the ord Say. These cheeks are paie for watching for your Say, which sold the towns in France ; he that
good. made us pay one and twenty fifteens, and one shil- Caik. Give nira a box o'the ear, and that wil ling to the pound, the last subsidy.
Lake 'em red again. Enter George Bevis, with the Lord Szy.
Say. Loog sitting to determine poor men's causes
ilih made me full of sickness and diseases. Cce. Well, he shall be beheaded for it ten Cade. Ye shall have a hempen caudle then, and times, Ah, thou say, thou serge, nay, thou < <h2 map of , hatchet.