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 injur'd, that ye seek my death? These hands are free from guiltless blood-shedding, This breast from harbouring foul deceitful thoughts. O, let me live! Cade. I feel remorse in myself with his words : 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, Cade. Away with him, and do as I command ye. [Exeunt some, with LORD SAY. The proudest 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 can tell. Dick. My lord, when shall we go to Cheapside, and take up commodities upon our bills? Cade. Marry, presently. All. O brave! Re-enter Rebels, with the heads of LORD SAY and his Son-in-law. Cade. But is not this braver?- Let them kiss one another, for they loved well, when they were alive. 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 maces, will we ride through the streets; and, at every corner, have them kiss. - Away! [Exeunt. Alarum. Enter CADE, and all his Rabblement. Cade. Up Fish-street! down Saint Magnus' corner! kill and knock down! throw them 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 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 сар, and say- God save his majesty' 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 hanged with your pardons about your necks? Hath my sword therefore broke through London Gates, that you should leave me at the White Hart in Southwark? I thought, ye would never have given out these arms, till you had recovered your ancient freedom: but you are all recreants, and dastards; 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 will make shift for one; and soGod'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 with him? go Will he conduct you through the heart of France, And make the meanest of you earls and dukes? Alas, he 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, and vanquish you Methinks, already, in this civil broil, ว I see them lording it in London streets, 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 an hundred mischiefs, and makes them leave me desolate. I see them lay their heads together, to surprize me: my sword make way for me, for here is no staying. In despight of the devils and hell, have through the very midst of you! and heavens and honour be witness, that no want of reso lution in me, but only my followers' base and igno minious treasons, makes me betake me to my heels No sooner was I crept out of my cradle, Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD. Buck. Health, and glad tidings, to your majesty! K. Hen. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade surpriz'd? Or is he but retir'd 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, To entertain my vows of thanks and praise! Continue still in this so good a mind, I'll yield myself to prison willingly, K. Hen. In any case, be not too rough in terms; For yet may England curse my wretched reign. [Exeunt. 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 served 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 others' waning; 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-simple without leave. Ah, villain, thou wilt betray me, and get a thousand crowns of the king for carrying my head to him; but I'll make thee eat iron like an ostrich, and swallow my sword like a great pin, ere thou and I part. Iden. Why, rude companion, whatsoe'er thou be, I know thee not; Why then should I betray thee? Is't not enough, to break into my garden, 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 Look on me was broached, and beard thee too. : 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 eat grass more. Iden. Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while England stands, That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent, Cade. By my valour, the most complete champion that ever I heard. - Steel, if thou turn the edge, or cut not out the burley-boned clown in chines of beef ere thou sleep in thy sheath, I beseech God on my knees, thou mayest be turned to hobnails. [They fight. CADE falls.] O, I 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 dvṛell in this house, because the unconquered soul of Cade is fled. Iden. Is't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed, But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat, Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare thee! 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 cut off thy most ungracious head; by valour. [Dies. Which I will bear in triumph to the king, eaven, be | Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon. Erit, dragging out the body Iden. How much thou wrongst me, my judge. The KING'S Camp on one side. On the other, enter YORK attended, with drum and colours: his Forces at some distance. York. From Ireland thus comes York, to claim And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head: Ah, sancta majestas! who would not buy thee dear? On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France. York. Upon thine honour, is he prisoner? Buck. York, I commend this kind submission: K. Hen. Buckingham, doth York intend no harm That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm ? York doth present himself unto your highness. York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence; Enter IDEN, with CADE's head. Iden. If one so rude, and of so mean condition, K. Hen. The head of Cade? - Great God, how O, let 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; K. Hen. Iden, kneel down; [He kneels.] Rise We give thee for reward a thousand marks; Iden. May en live to merit such a bounty, K. Hen. See, Buckingham! Somerset comes with the queen; Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. Enter QUEEN MARGARET and SOMERSET. Q. Man. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his head, But boldly stand, and front him to his face. Which dar'st not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor. 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 I bow a knee to man. — [Erit an Attendant. 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 their bail. Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the king' [Kneels. York. I thank thee, Clifford: Say, what news with thee? Nay, do not fright us with an angry look : Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mistake; Makes him oppose himself against his king. Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey; Edw. Ay, noble fauter, if our weris viì serve. Rich. And if words will not, then our weapons sball. Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we here! Enter WARWICK and SALISBURY, with Clif. Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to death, And manacle the bear-ward in their chains, 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, 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 unto me? Sal. I have. K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for such an oath? Sal. It is great sin, to swear unto a sin; Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister. York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast, I am resolv'd for death, or dignity. Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true. War. You were best to go to bed, and dream again, To keep thee from the tempest of the field. Clif. I am resolvˆd to bear a greater storm, Than any thou canst conjure up to-day; crest, The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff, Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, Rich. Fye! charity, for shame! speak not in spite, For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night. Y. Clif. Foul stigmatick, that's more than thou canst tell. Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell. [Exeunt severally. Alarums: Excursions. Enter WARWICK. How now, my noble lord? what all a-foot? Enter CLIFFord. War. Of one or both of us the time is come. York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chase, 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, [Exit WARWICK. Clif. What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause? York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love, But that thou art so fast mine enemy. Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem, But that 'tis shown ignobly, and in treason. York. So let it help me now against thy 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 instantly. [They fight, and CLIFFORD falls. Clif. La fin couronne les oeuvres. York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still. [Dies. Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will! [Exit. Enter Young CLIFFORD, Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the rout; Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds To cease! Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, As did Æneas old Anchises bear, Exit. |