Or dare to bring thy force fo near the court?
York. Scarce can I speak, my choler is fo great.
Oh, I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint,
I am fo angry at these abject terms;
And now, like Ajax Telamonius,

On sheep and oxen could I spend my fury!
I am far better born than is the king;

More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts:
But I muft make fair weather yet a while,
'Till Henry be more weak, and I more ftrong.
O Buckingham! I pry'thee, pardon me,
That I have given no anfwer all this while;
My mind was troubled with deep melancholy.
The cause why I have brought this army hither,
Is-to remove proud Somerset from the king,.
Seditious to his grace, and to the state.

Buck. That is too much prefumption on thy part: But if thy arms be to no other end,

The king hath yielded unto thy demand,
The duke of Somerset is in the Tower.
York. Upon thine honour, is he prifoner?
Buck. Upon mine honour, he is prifoner.
York. Then, Buckingham, I do difmifs my pow-

ers.

Soldiers, I thank you all; difperfe yourselves;
Meet me to-morrow in Saint George's field,
You fhall have pay, and every thing you wish.-
And let my fovereign, virtuous Henry,
Command my eldest fon-nay, all my fons-
As pledges of my fealty and love,

I'll fend them all as willing as I live ;

Lands, goods, horfe, armour, any thing I have Is his to ufe, fo Somerset may die.

Buck, York, I commend this kind submission!

We twain will go into his highness' tent. [Exeunt.

Enter King HENRY, and Attendants.

K. Henry. Buckingham, doth York intend not harm to us,

That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm?
York. In all fubmiffion and humility,

York doth prefent himfelf unto your highness.
K. Henry. Then what intend thefe forces thou
doft bring?

York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence; And fight against that monftrous rebel, Cade, Whom fince I hear to be difcomfited.

Enter IDEN, with CADE's Head.

Iden. If one fo rude, and of fo mean condition, May pafs into the prefence of a king,

Lo, I prefent your grace a traitor's head,
The head of Cade, whom I in combat flew.
K. Henry. The head of Cade ?-Great God, how
just art thou!-

O, let me view his vifage being dead,

That living wrought me fuch exceeding trouble. Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that flew him. Iden. I was, an't like your majesty.

K. Henry. How rt thou call'd? and what is thy degree?

Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name ; A poor efquire of Kent, that loves the king. Buck, So pleafe it you, my lord, 'twere not amifs He were created knight for his good fervice. K. Henry. Iden, kneel down; [he kneels.] Rife up a knight.

We give thee for reward a thousand marks;

And

And will, that thou henceforth attend on us.
Iden. May Iden live to merit fuch a bounty,
And never live but true unto his liege!

K. Henry. See, Buckingham! Somerset comes with the queen;

Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke.

Enter Queen MARGARET, and SOMERSET.

2. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his head,

But boldly ftand, and front him to his face.
Tork. How now! is Somerset at liberty?
Then, York, unloofe thy long-imprifon'd thoughts,
And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart.
Shall I endure the fight of Somerfet?-

Falfe king! why halt thou broken faith with me,
Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse?
King did I call thee? no, thou art not king;
Not fit to govern and rule multitudes,

Which dar'ft not, no, nor canft not rule a traitor.
That head of thine doth not become a crown;
Thy hand is made to grafp a palmer's staff,
And not to grace an awful princely fceptre.
That gold muft round engirt these brows of mine;
Whofe fmile and frown, like to Achilles' fpear,
Is able with the change to kill and cure.
Here is a hand to hold a fceptre up,
And with the fame to act controlling laws.
Give place; by heaven, thou fhalt rule no more
O'er him whom heaven created for thy ruler.
Som. O monftrous traitor! I arreft thee, York,
Of capital treafon 'gainft the king and crown:
Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace.

York.

York. Sirrah, call in my fons to be my bail.[Exit an Attendant. Wouldft have me kneel? first let me afk of these, If they can brook I bow a knee to man.— I know, ere they will let me go to ward, They'll pawn their fwords for my enfranchisement. 2. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come amain, To fay if that the bastard boys of York Shall be the furety for their traitor father. York. O blood-befpotted Neapolitan, Out-caft of Naples, England's bloody fcourge! The fons of York, thy betters in their birth, Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those That for my furety will refuse the boys.

Enter EDWARD and RICHARD.

See, where they come; I'll warrant, they'll make it good.

Enter CLIFFORD.

2. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their bail.

Clif. Health and all happinefstomy lord the king! [Kneels. York. We thank thee, Clifford: Say, what news

with thee?

Nay, do not fright us with an angry look:
We are thy fovereign, Clifford, kneel again;
For thy mistaking fo, we pardon thee.

Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mistake; But thou mistak'ft me much, to think I do :To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad? K. Henry. Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambiti ous humour

Makes

Makes him oppofe himself against his king.
Clif. He is a traitor; let him to the Tower,
And crop away that factious pate of his.

2. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey; His fons, he fays, fhall give their words for him. York. Will you not, fons?

E. Plan. Ay, noble father, if our words will ferve. R. Plan. And if words will not, then our weapons fhall.

Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we here! Tork. Look in a glafs, and call thy image fo; I am thy king, and thou a falfe-heart traitor.Call hither to the ftake my two brave bears, That, with the very fhaking of their chains, They may aftonifh these fell lurking curs: Eid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me.

Drums. Enter the Earls of WARWICK and SALIS

BURY.

Clif. Are thefe thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to death,

And manacle the bear-ward in their chains,
If thou dar'ft bring them to the baiting place.
R. Plan. Oft have I feen a hot o'er-weening cur
Run back and bite, because he was with-held;
Who, being fuffer'd with the bear's fell paw,
Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs, and cry'd;
And fuch a piece of fervice will you do,
If you oppofe yourfelves to match lord Warwick.
Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigefted lump,
As crooked in thy manners as thy fhape!
York. Nay, we fhall heat you thoroughly anon.
Clif. Take heed, left by your heat you burn
yourselves.
K. Henry.