house, Sir James Cromer, and strike off his head,、 and bring them both upon two poles hither.

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 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!

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 lov'd 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.

SCENE VIII.

Southwark.

Enter CADE, and all his Rabblement.

[A

Cade. Up Fish-street! down Saint Magnus' corner! kill and knock down! throw them into Thames 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.
Clifford. What say ye, countrymen? will ye re-
lent,

And yield to mercy whilst 'tis offer'd you,
Or let a rebel lead you to your deaths?

Who loves the King, and will embrace his pardon,
Fling up his cap, 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 hang'd 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 das-' tards, and delight to live in slavery to the nobility.' Let them break your backs with burthens, take your houses over your heads, ravish your wives and daugh-' ters before your faces. For me, -I will 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 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.
Were'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,

I see them lording it in London streets,

Crying- Viliaco! unto all they meet.

Better ten thousand base-born 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 hales them to an 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 despite of the devils and Hell, have

through the very midst 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, Shall have 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.

Killingworth Castle.

Sound trumpets. Enter King HENRY, Queen MARGARET, and SOMERSET, on the terrace of the castle. Was ever king that joy'd an earthly

K. Hen.

throne,

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 Majesty!' K. Hen. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor, Cade,

surpris'd?

Or is he but retir'd to make him strong?

Enter, below, a 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. 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 shew'd how well you love your prince and

country:

Continue still in this so good a mind,

And Henry, though he be infortunate,
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 advertised,
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 scap'd a tempest,
Is straightway calm'd, and boarded with a pirate.
But now is Cade driven back, his men dispers'd,
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.