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Dick. Why dost thou quiver, man?
Clif. What say ye, countrym«n ? will ye relent, Say. The palsy, and not fear, provoketh me. And yield to mercy, whilst 'tis offer'd you ;
Cade. Nay, he nods at us; as who should say, Or let a rabble lead you to your deaths ? I'll be even with you. I'll see if his head will Who loves the king, and will embrace his pardon, stand steadier on a pole, or no: Take him away, Fling up his cap, and say — God save his majesty' and behead him.
Who hateth him, and honours not his father, Say. Tell me, wherein I have offended most ? Henry the fifth, that made all France to quake, Have I affected wealth, or honour; speak ?
Shake he his weapon at us, and pass by. Are my chests fill'd up with extorted gold ?
AU. God save the king! God save the king! Is my apparel sumptuous to behold ?
Cade. What, Buckingham, and Clifford, are ye Whom have I injur'd, that ye seek my death ? so brave ? — And you, base peasants, do ye believe These hands are free from guiltless blood-shedding, him ? will you needs be hanged with your pardons This breast from harbouring foul deceitful thoughts. about your necks? Hath my sword therefore broke 0, let me live!
through London Gates, that you should leave me Cade. I feel remorse in myself with his words : at the White Hart in Southwark? I thought, ye but I'll bridle it; he shall die, an it be but for would never have given out these arms, till you pleading so well for his life. Away with him! he had recovered your ancient freedom: but you are has a familiar under his tongue; he speaks not all recreants, and dastards; and delight to live in o'God's name. Go, take him away, I say, and slavery to the nobility. Let them break your backs strike off his head presently; and then break into with burdens, take your houses over your heals, his son-in-law's house, sir James Cromer, and strike ravish your wives and daughters before your faces : off his head, and bring them both upon two poles For me, - I will make shift for one; and so hither.
God's curse light upon you all ! All. It shall be done.
All. We'll follow Cade, we'll follow Cade. Say. Ah, countrymen! if when you make your Clif. Is Cade the son of Henry the fifth, prayers,
That thus you do exclaim — you'll go with him ? God should be so obdurate as yourselves,
Will he conduct you through the heart of France, How would it fare with your departed souls ? And make the meanest of you earls and dukes? And therefore yet relent, and save my life.
Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to; Cade. Away with him, and do as I command ye. Nor knows he how to live, but by the spoil,
[Exeunt some, with Lord SAY. Unless by robbing of your friends, and us. The proudest peer in the realm shall not wear a Wer't not a shame, that whilst you live at jar, head on his shoulders, unless he pay me tribute ; The fearful French, whom you late vanquished, there shall not a maid be married, but she shall Should make a start o'er seas, and vanquish you? pay to me her maidenhead ere they have it : Men Methinks, already, in this civil broil, shall hold of me in capite ; and we charge and I see them lording it in London streets, command, that their wives be as free as heart can Crying Villageois ! unto all they meet. wish, or tongue can tell.
Better, ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry, Dick. My lord, when shall we go to Cheapside, Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman's mercy. and take up commodities upon our bills ?
To France, to France, and get what you have lost Cade. Marry, presently.
Spare England, for it is your native coast : All. O brave !
Henry hath money, you are strong and manly;
God on our side, doubt not of victory. Re-enter Rebels, with the heads of Lord Say and his
All. A Clifford! a Clifford! we'll follow the Son-in-law.
king, and Clifford. Cade. But is not this braver ? Let them kiss Cade. Was ever feather so lightly blown to and one another, for they loved well, when they were fro, as this multitude? the name of Henry the fifth alive. Now part them again, lest they consult about hales them to an hundred mischiefs, and makes them the giving up of some more towns in France. Sol- leave me desolate. I see them lay their heads todiers, defer the spoil of the city until night: for gether, to surprize me: my sword make way for me, with these borne before us, instead of maces, will for here is no staying. - In despight of the devils we ride through the streets; and, at every corner, and hell, have through the very midst of you! anil have them kiss. — Away!
Exeunt. heavens and honour be witness, that no want of reso
lution in me, but only my followers' base and igno SCENE VIII. Southwark. minious treasons, makes me betake me to my heels
(Erit Alarum. Enter Cade, and all his Rabblement.
Buck. What, is he fled ? go, some, and follow him, Cade. Up Fish-street ! down Saint Magnus' And he, that brings his head unto the king, corner! kill and knock down ! throw them into Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward. Thames ! – [A parley sounded, then a retreat.]
[Exeunt some of them. What noise is this I hear ? Dare any be so bold to Follow me, soldiers ; we'll devise a mean sound retreat or parley, when I command them kill? To reconcile you all unto the king. [Exeunt Enter BUCKINGHAM, and Old CLIFFORD, with Forces.
SCENE IX. — Kenelworth Castle. Buck. Ay, here they be that dare and will disturb thee :
Enter King HENRY, QUEEN MARGARET, and Know, Cade, we come ambassadors from the king
SOMERSET, on the terrace of the Castle. Unto the commons, whom thou hast misled;
K. Hen. Was ever king, that joy'd an earthly And here pronounce free pardon to them all,
throne, That will forsake thee, and go home in peace.
| And could command no more content than I?
No sooner was I crept out of my cradle,
my life for a thousand years, I could stay no longer. But I was made a king, at nine inonths old : Wherefore, on a brick-wall have I climbed into this Was never subject long'd to be a king,
garden; to see if I can eat grass, or pick a salle: As I do long and wish to be a subject.
another while, which is not amiss to cool a man's
stomach this hot weather. And, I think, this word Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD.
sallet was born to do me good : for, many a time, Buck. Health, and glad tidings, to your majesty! but for a sallet, my brain-pan had been cleft with a K. Hen. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade brown bill ; and, many a time, when I have been surpriz’d?
dry, and bravely marching, it hath served me instead Or is he but retir'd to make him strong ?
of a quart-pot to drink in ; And now the word sal
let must serve me to feed on. Enter, below, a great number of Cade's Followers, with halters about their necks.
Enter Iden, with Servants. Clif. He's fled, my lord, and all his powers do
Iden. Lord, who would live turmoiled in the court, yield;
And may enjoy such quiet walks as these? And humbly thus, with halters on their necks,
This small inheritance, my father left me, Expect your highness' doom, of life, or death. Contenteth me, and is worth a monarchy. K. Hen. Then, heaven, set ope thy everlasting I seek not to wax great by others' waning ; gates,
Or gather wealth, I care not with what
envy ; To entertain my vows of thanks and praise !
Sufficeth, that I have maintains my state, Soldiers, this day have you redeem'd your lives,
And sends the poor well pleased from my gate. And show'd how well you love your prince and
Cade. Here's the lord of the soil come to seize me country :
for a stray, for entering his fee-simple without leave. Continue still in this so good a mind,
Ah, villain, thou wilt betray me, and get a thousand And Henry, though he be infortunate,
crowns of the king for carrying my head to him; but cassure yourselves, will never be unkind;
I'll make thee eat iron like an ostrich, and swallow And so, with thanks, and pardon to you all, my sword like a great pin, ere thou and I part. I do dismiss you to your several countries.
Iden. Why, rude companion, whatsoe'er thou be, All. God save the king! God save the king ! I know thee not; Why then should I betray thee?
Is't not enough, to break into my garden,
And, like a thief, to coine to rob my grounds, Mess. Please it your grace to be advertised,
Climbing my walls in spite of me the owner, The duke of York is newly come from Ireland :
But thou wilt brave me with these saucy terms? And with a puissant and a mighty power,
Cade. Brave thee? ay, by the best blood that ever Of Gallowglasses, and stout Kernes,
was broached, and beard thee too. Look on me Is marching hitherward in proud array ;
well: I have eat no meat these five days : yet, come And still proclaimeth, as he comes along,
thou and thy five men, and if I do not leave you all His arms are only to remove from thee
as dead as a door nail, I pray God, I may never eat The duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traitor. grass more. K. Hen. Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and Iden. Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while England York distress'd;
stands, Like to a ship, that having 'scap'd a tempest,
That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent, Is straightway calm’d and boarded with a pirate .
Took odds to combat a poor farish'd man. But now is Cade driven back, his men dispersd; Oppose thy stedfast gazing eyes to mine, And now is York in arms to second him.
See if thou canst outface me with thy looks. I pray thee, Buckingham, go forth and meet him;
Set limb to limb, and thou art far the lesser; And ask him, what's the reason of these arms.
Thy hand is but a finger to my fist ; Tell him, I'll send duke Edmund to the Tower;.
Thy leg a stick, compared with this truncheon ; And, Somerset, we will commit thee thither, My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast ; Until his army be dismiss'd from him.
And if mine arm be heaved in the air, Som. My lord,
Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth. I'll yield myself to prison willingly,
As for more words, whose greatness answers words, Or unto death, to do my country good.
Let this my sword report what speech forbears. K. Hen. In any case, be not too rough in terms; Cade. By my valour, the most complete champion For he is fierce, and cannot brook hard language.
that ever I heard. — Steel, if thou turn the edge, or Buck. I will, my lord ; and doubt not so to deal, cut not out the burley-boned clown in chines of As all things shall redound unto your good.
beef ere thou sleep in thy sheath, I beseech God on K. Hen. Come, wife, let's in, and learn to govern my knees, thou mayest be turned to bobnails. ( They better;
fight. Cade falls.] 0, I am slain ! famine, and no For yet may England curse my wretched reign. other, hath slain me: let ten thousand devils come
[Ereunt. against me, and give me but the ten meals I have
lost, and I'd defy them all. Wither, 'garden ; and SCENE X. - Kent. Iden's Garden. be henceforth a burying place to all that do dviell in
this house, because the unconquered soul of Cade Enter Cade.
is fled. Cade. Fye on ambition ! fye on myself; that have Iden. Is't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous a sword, and yet am ready to famish! These five
traitor ? days have I hid me in these woods ; and durst not Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed, peer ut, for all the country is lay'd for me; but And hang thee o'er my tomb, when I am dead : now I am so hungry, that if I might have a lease of Ne'er shall this blood be wiped from thy point ;
But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat,
Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare thee! To emblaze the honour that thy master got.
And as I thrust thy body in with my sword, Cade. Iden, farewell ; and be proud of thy vic- So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell. tory : Tell Kent from me, she hath lost her best Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels man, and exhort all the world to be cowards ; for I, Unto a dunghill, which shall be thy grave, that never feared any, am vanquished by famine, not And there ont off thy most ungracious head; by valour.
[Dies. Which I will bear in triumph to the king, Iden. How much thou wrongst me, eaven, be | Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon. my judge.
| Erit, dragging out the body
SCENE I. The same.
Fields between Dartford York. Upon thine honour, is he prisoner? and Blackheath.
Buck. Upon mine honour, he is prisoner. The King's Camp on one side. On the other, enter
York. Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my York attended, with drum and colours : his Forces Soldiers, I thank you all ; disperse yourselves ;
powers. at some distance.
Meet me to-morrow in Saint George's field, York. From Ireland thus comes York, to claim You shall have pay, and every thing you wish. his right,
And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry, And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head : Command my eldest son, — nay, all my sons, Ring, bells, aloud ; burn, bonfires, clear and bright; As pledges of my fealty and love, To entertain great England's lawful king.
I'll send them all as willing as I live ;
We twain will go into his highness' tent.
Enter King Henry, attended.
That thus he marcheth with thee arin in arm? Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me? York. In all submission and humility, The king hath sent him, sure : I must dissemble : York doth present himself unto your highness.
Buck. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well. K. Hen. Then what intend these forces thou dost York. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy
York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence ; Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure ? And fight against that monstrous rebel, Cade,
Buck. A messenger from Henry, our dread liege, Who since I heard to be discomfited.
Enter IDEN, with Cade's head.
Iden. If one so rude, and of so mean condition, Should'st raise so great a power without his leave, May pass into the presence of a king, Or dare to bring thy force so near the court. Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head, York. Scarce can I speak, my choler is so? The head of Cade, whom I combat slew. great.
K. Hen. The head of Cade? Great God, how 0, I could bew up rocks, and fight with
just art thou ! flint,
0, let me view his visage being dead, I am so angry at these abject terms;
That living wrought me such exceeding trouble. And now, like Ajax Telamonius,
Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that sleu On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury! > Aside.
him? I am far better born than is the king ;
Iden. I was, an't like your majesty. More like a king, more kingly in my
K. Hen. How art thou call’d? and what is thy thoughts :
degree? But I must make fair weather yet a while,
Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name ; Till Henry be more weak, and I more
A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king. strong.
Buck. So please it you, my lord, 'twere not amiss O Buckingham, I pr’ythee, pardon me,
He were created knight for his good service. That I have given no answer all this while,
K. Hen. Iden, kneel down; (He kneels.] Rise My mind was troubled with deep melancholy.
up a knight.
Iden. Mar "den live to merit such a bounty,
K. Hen. See, Buckingham! Somerset comes with The king hath yielded unto thy demand ; The duke of Somerset is in the Tower,
Go, bid her hide him quickly froin the Juke.
Rich. And if words will not, then our weapons Enter Queen MARGARET and SOMERSET.
sball. Q. Mui. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we here! his head,
York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so ; But boldly stand, and front him to his face.
I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor. York. How now! Is Somerset at liberty? Call hither to the stake my two brave bears, Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison'd thoughts, That, with the very shaking of their chains, And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart.
They may astonish these fell lurking curs; Shall I endure the sight of Somerset?
Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me. False king! why hast thưu broken faith with me,
Drums. Enter Warwick and SALISBURY, with Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse?
Clif. Are these thy bears ? we'll bait thy bears t: Which dar’st not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor.
death, That head of thine doth not become a crown ;
And manacle the bear-ward in their chains, Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff,
If thou dar’st bring them to the baiting-place. And not to grace an awful princely scepter.
Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur That gold must round engirt these brows of mine;
Run back and bite, because he was withheld; Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear, Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw, Is able with the change to kill and cure.
Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs, and cry'd . Here is a hand to hold a scepter up,
And such a piece of service will you do, And with the same to act controlling laws. If you oppose yourselves to match lord Warwick. Give place; by heaven, thou shalt rule no more Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lumj', O'er him whom heaven created for thy ruler.
As crooked in thy manners as thy shape! Som. O monstrous traitor!- I arrest thee, York, York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon. Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown: Clif. Take heed, lest by your heat you burri Obey, audacious traitor ; kneel for grace.
yourselves. York. Would'st have me kneel? first let me ask X. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot of these,
to bow? If they can brook I bow a knee to man.
Old Salisbury, shame to thy silver hair, Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail ;
Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son !
[Erit an Attendant. What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian, I know, ere they will have me go to ward,
And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles ?
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, Shall be the surety for their traitor father.
And shame thine honourable age with blood ? York. O blood-bespotted Neapolitan,
Why art thou old, and want'st experience ? Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge!
Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it? The sons of York, thy betters in their birth,
For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me, Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those
That bows unto the grave with mickle age. That for my surety will refuse the boys.
Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myselt
The title of this most renowned duke; Enter EDWARD and Richard PLANTAGENET, with And in my conscience do repute his grace Forces, at one side ; at the other, with Forces also,
The rightful heir to England's royal seat. Old CLIFFORD and his Son.
X. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unio See, where they come; I'll warrant they'll make it good.
Sal. I have. Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for bail.
such an oath ? Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the king' Sal. It is great sin, to swear unto a sin;
[K'neels. But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath. York. I thank thee, Clifford : Say, what news Who can be bound by any solemn vow with thee?
To do a murderous deed, to rob a man, Nay, do not fright us with an angry look :
To force a spotless virgin's chastity, We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again; To reave the orphan of his patrimony, for thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.
To wring the widow from her custom'd right, Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mistake; And have no other reason for this wrong, But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do :
But that he was bound by a solemn oath? To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad? Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister. K. Hen. Ay, Clifford ; a bedlam and ambitious K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid nim arm humour
himself. Makes him oppose himself against his king.
York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou Clif. He is a traitor ; let him to the Tower,
hast, And chop away that factious pate of his.
ï am resolv'd for death, or dignity. Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey ;
Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreams piove true. His sons, he says, shall give their words for him.
War. You were best to go to bed, and dream again, Park. Will you not. cons ?
To keep thee from the tempest of the field. Edw. Ay, noble faucer, if our woris vi serve. Clif. I ara resolv w bear a greater storin,
Than any thou canst conjure up to-day ;
Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell. And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,
Whom angry heavens do make their minister,
He that is truly dedicate to war,
Hath not essentially, but by circumstance, (As on a mountain-top the cedar shows,
The name of valour. — 0, let the vile world end, That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,)
(Seeing his dead father. Even to affright thee with the view thereof.
And the premised flames of the last day
Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,
Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father, To cease! Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, To quelĩ the rebels, and their 'complices.
To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve Rich. Fye! charity, for shame! speak not in spite, | The silver livery of advised age; shall sup
with Jesu Christ to-night. And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus Y. Clif. Foul stigmatick, that's more than thou To die in ruffian battle? Even at this sight, canst tell.
My heart is turn'd to stone : and, while 'tis mine, Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell.
It shall be stony.
York not our old men spares : (Exeunt severally. 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 flax.
Henceforth, I will not have to do with pity:
Into as many gobbets will I cut it,
when the angry trumpet sounds alarm, As wild Medea young Absyrtus did : And dead men's cries do fill the empty air,
In cruelty will I seek out my fame. Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me! Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house ; Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland,
[Taking up the body Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms. As did Æneas old Anchises bear, Enter York.
So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders;
But then Æneas bare a living load, How now, my noble lord? what all a-foot ?
Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine. [Eru. York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed; But match to match I have encounter'd him,
Enter Richard PLANTAGENET and SOMERSET, And made a prey for carrion kites and crows
fighting, and SOMERSET is killed. Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well.
Rich. So, lie thou there;
For, underneath an alehouse' paltry sign,
The Castle in Saint Alban's, Somerset
Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. (Erika For I myself must hunt this deer to death. War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou
Alarums: Excursions. Exter King HENRY, QUEEN fight'st.
MARGARET, and others, retreating. As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,
Q. Mar. Away, my lord ! you are slow ; for It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd.
[Erit Warwick. K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens? good MarClif. What seest thou in me, York ? why dost thou
garet, stay. pause?
Q. Mar. What are you made of ? you'll not figlit, York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love,
nor fly: But that thou art so fast mine enemy.
Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and To give the enemy way; and to secure us esteem,
By what we can, which can no more but fly. But that 'tis shown ignobly, and in treason.
(Alarum afar offYork. So let it help me now against thy sword, If you be ta’en, we then should see the bottom As I in justice and true right express it!
Of all our fortunes : but if we haply scape, Clif. My soul and body on the action both ! (As well we may, if not through your neglect,) York. A dreadful lay!. - address thee instantly. We shall to London get; where you are lov'd;
( They fight, and CLIFFORD falls. And where this breach, now in our fortunes made, Clif. La fin couronne les oeuvres.
[Dies. May readily be stopp’d. York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still.
Enter Young CLIFFORD. Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will! (Erit. Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mischief
set, Enter Young CLIFFORD,
I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly; Y. Clif. Shame and confusion ! all is on the rout; But fly you must ; uncurable discomfit Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds
Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts