Cade. For with these borne before us, instead of maces, will we ride through the streets and at every corner have them kiss.-(Act iv. 7. 142-144.) 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. SCENE VIII. Southwark. Alarum and retreat. Enter CADE and all his rabblement. Cade. Up Fish Street! down Saint Magnus Corner! kill and knock down! throw them into Thames!] [4 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? And yield to mercy whilst 't is offer'd you; 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. 18 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 them? 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 out1 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 burthens, take your houses over your heads, ravish your wives and daughters 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 Henry2 the Fifth, That thus you do exclaim 'll go you 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; 40 Nor knows he how to live but by the spoil, Unless by robbing of your friends and us. 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. [Aside] 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 in hell, have through the very middest 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 fol 3 Viliaco, a corruption of Italian Vigliacco = rascal Hales, draws. 5 Joy'd, enjoyed. And humbly thus, with halters on their necks, Expect your highness' doom, of life or death. King. 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, All. God save the king! God save the king! 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 laid for me; but now am I so hungry, that if I might have a lease of my life for a thousand years, I could stay no longer. Wherefore, on a brick wall have I climb'd 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 serv'd me instead of a quart pot to drink in; and now the word "sallet" must serve me to feed on. 8 Sufficeth that I have2 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,3 for entering his feesimple without leave. Ah, villain, thou wilt betray me, and get a thousand crowns of the king by 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, 33 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 was broach'd, and beard thee too. [Servants come forward] 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 eat grass more. 44 Cade. By my valour, the most complete champion that ever I heard!-Steel, if thou turn the edge, or cut not out the burly-bon'd clown in chines of beef ere thou sleep in thy sheath, I beseech God on my knees thou mayst be turn'd to hobnails. [They fight. Cade fulls.] 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 dwell in this house, because the unconquered soul of Cade is fled. 70 Iden. Is 't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous traitor? Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed, Iden. How much thou wrong'st me, heaven be my judge. Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare thee; And as I thrust thy body with my sword, Unto a dunghill which shall be thy grave, |