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buckram lord! Now art thou within point Say. Long sitting to determine poor men's blank of our jurisdiction regal. What canst thou answer to my majesty, for giving up of Hath made me full of sickness and diseases. Normandy unto monsieur Basimecu, the dau. Cade. Ye shall have a hempen caudle then, phin of France? Beit known unto thee by these and the pap of a hatchet. presence, even the presence of lord Mortimer, Dick. Why dost thou quiver, man? that I am the besom that must sweep the court Say. The palsy, and not fear, provoketh me. clean of such filth as thou art. Thou hast most Cade. Nay, he nods at us; as who should say, traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm, I'll
even with you. I'll see if his head will in erecting a grammar-school : and whereas, stand steadier on a pole, or no: Take him before, our forefathers had no other books but away, and behead him. the score and the tally, thou hast caused print- Say. Tell me, wherein I have offended most? ing to be used ; and, contrary to the king, his Have I affected wealth, or honour; speak? crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper- Are my chests fill'd up with extorted gold ? mill. It will be proved to thy face, that thou Is my apparel sumptuous to behold? hast men about thee, that usually talk of a Whom have I injured, that ye seek my death ? noun, and a verb; and such abominable words, These hands are free from guiltless bloodas no Christian ear can endure to hear. Thou
(thoughts. hast appointed justices of peace, to call poor This breast from harbouring foul" deceitful men before them about matters they were not 0, let me live! able to answer. Moreover, thou hast put them Cade. I feel remorse in myself with bis words: in prison; and, because they could not read, but I'll bridle it; he shall die, an it be but for thou hast hanged them ;* when, indeed, only pleading so well for his life. Away with him! for that cause they have been most worthy to he has a familiart under his tongue; he speaks live. Thou dost ride on a foot-cloth,+ dost not o' God's name. Go, take him away, I say, thou not?
and strike off his head presently: and then Say. What of that?
break into his son-in-law's house, Sir James Cade. Marry, thou oughtest not to let thy Cromer, and strike off his head, and bring them horse wear a cloak, when honester men than both upon two poles hither. thou go in their hose and doublets.
All. It shall be done. Dick. And work in their shirt too; as my- Sny. Ah, countrymen! if when you make self, for example, that am a butcher.
your prayers, Say. You men of Kent,
God should be so obdurate as yourselves, Dick. What say you of Kent?
How would it fare with your departed souls ? Say. Nothing but this : 'Tis bona terra, male And therefore yet relent, and save my life. gens.
Cade. Away with him, and do as I command Cude. Away with him, away with bim ! he
[Ereunt some with Lord Say. speaks Latin."
The proudest peer in the realm shall not wear Say. Hear me but speak, and bear me where a head on his shoulders, unless he pay me you will.
tribute; there shall not a maid be married, Kent, in the commentaries Cæsar writ,
but she shall pay to me her maidenhead ere Is term’d the civil'st place of all this isle: they have it: men shall hold of me in capite ; Sweet is the country, because full of riches; and we charge and command, that their wives The people liberal, valiant, active, wealthy; be as free as heart can wish, or tongue can Which makes me hope you are not void of pity. tell. I sold not Maine, i lost not Normandy;
Dick. My lord, when shall we go to Cheap. Yet, to recover them, would lose my life.
side, and take up commodities upon our bills? Justice with favour have I always done; Cáde. Marry, presently. Prayers and tears have moved me, gifts could All. O brave! When have I aught exacted at your hands, Kent to maintain, the king, the realm, and you? Re-enter Rebels, uith the Heads of Lords SAY
and his Son-in-law. Large gifts have I bestow'd on learned clerks, Because my book preferr'd me to the king: Cade, But is not this braver?—Let them kiss And-seeing ignorance is the curse of God,
one another, for they loved well, when they Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly' to were alive. 'Now part them again, lest they heaven,
consult abont the giving up of some more towns Unless you be possess'd with devilish spirits, in France. Soldiers, defer the spoil of the You cannot but forbear to murder me.
city until night: for with these borne before 18, This tongue hath parley'd unto foreign kings
instead of maces, will we ride through the For your behoof, Cade. Tut! When struck'st thou one blow in streets; and, at every corner have them kiss
(Exeunt. the field ? Say. Great men have reaching hands: oft
SCENE VIII.-Southwark. have I struck Those that I never saw, and struck them dead. Alarum.- Enter Cade, and all his Rabblement. Geo. O monstrous coward! what, to come be
Cade. Up Fish-street! Down Saint Magnus' hind folks? Say. These cheeks are pale fort watching for corner! Kill and knock down! Throw them
into Thames. your good. Cade. Give him a box o'the ear, and that will What noise is this I hear? Dare any be so bold
(A Parley sounded, then a Retreut. make 'em red again.
to sound retreat or parley, when I command + 1.e. They were hanged because they could not claim them kill ? the benefit of the clergy.
+ A foot cloth was a kind of housing, which covered the * 1.e. These hands are free from shedding guiltiess or hody of the horse.
innocent blood. In consequence of.
+ A demon who was supposed to attend at call.
Enter BUCKINGHAM, and old CLIFFORD, with And he, that brings his head unto the king, Forces.
Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward
(Exeunt some of them. Buck. Ay, here they be that dare and will Follow me, soldiers; we'll devise a mean disturb thee:
To reconcile you all unto the king. (Ereunt. Know, Cade, we come ambassadors from the king
SCENE IX.-Kenelworth Castle. Unto the commons, whom thou hast misled; And here pronounce free pardon to them all, Enter King HENRY, Queen MARGARET, and That will forsake thee, and go home in peace.
SOMERSET, on the Terrace of the Custle. Clif. What say ye, countrymen? will ye K. Hen. Was ever king, that joy'd an earthly relent,
throne, And yield to mercy whilst 'tis offer'd you; And could command no more content than I? Or let a rabble lead you to your deaths ? Who loves the king, and will embrace his But I was made a king, at nine months old :
No sooner was I crept out of my cradle, pardon,
(jesty! | Was never subject long'd to be a king, Fling up his cap, and say-God save his ma.
As I do long and wish to be a subject.
Buck. Health, and glad tidings, to your Cade. What, Buckingham, and Clifford, are
majesty! ye so brave?-And you, base peasants, do ye
K. Hen. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor,
Cade, surprized ? believe him? Will you needs be hang'd with
Or is he but retired to make him stropg? your pardons about your necks? Hath my sword therefore broke through London gates, Enter, below, a greut number of Cape's Folthat you should leave me at the White Hart
lowers, with Halters about their Necks. in Southwark? I thought, ye would never have given out these arms, till you had reco- Clif. He's fled, my lord, and all his powers ver'd your ancient freedom: but you are all
do yield; recreants, and dastards; and delight to live in And humblý thus with halters on their necks, slavery to the nobility. Let them break your Expect your highness' doom, of life, or death. backs with burdens, take your houses over
K. Hen. Then, heaven, sel ope thy everyour heads, ravish your wives and daughters
lasting gates, before your faces: For me,- I will make shift To entertain my vows of thanks and praise! for one; and so-God's curse light upon yon Soldiers, this day have you redeem'd your all!
lives, All. We'll follow Cade, we'll follow Cade. And show'd how well you love your prince Clif. Is Cade the son of Henry the fifth,
Assure yourselves, will never be unkind: And make the meanest of you earls and dukes! And so, with thanks, and pardon to you all, Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to;.
I do dismiss you to your several countries. Nor knows he how to live, but by the spoil, All, God save the king! God save the king! Unless by robbing of your friends, and us.
Enter a MESSENGER. Wer't not a shame, that, whilst you live at jar, The fearful French, whom you late van- Mess. Please it your grace to be advertised, quished,
[you? The duke of York is newly come from Ireland: Should make a start o'er seas, and vanquish And with a puissant and a mighty power, Methinks, already, in this civil broil,
Of Gallowglasses, and stout Kernes*, I see them lording it in London streets, Is marching hitherward in proud array; Crying-Villngeois! unto all they meet. And still proclaimeth, as he comes along, Better, ten thousand base-born Cades mis- His arms are only to remove from thee (tor. carry,
(mercy. The duke of Somerset, whom he terms a irai. Ihan you should stoop unto a Frenchman's K. Aen. Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade To France, to France, and get what you have
and York distress'd;
Like to a ship, that, having escaped a tempest, Spare England, for it is your native coast: Is straightway calm’d, and boarded with a Henry hath money, you are strong and manly; pirate:
(persed; God on our side, doubt not of victory.
But now is Cade driven back, his men disAll. A Clifford! A Clifford! We'll follow And now is York in arms, to second him.the king, and Clifford.
I pray thee, Buckingham, go and meet him; Cade. Was ever feather so lightly blown to And ask him, what's the reason of these and fro, as this multitude? The name of Henry
(Tower;the Fifth hales them to a hundred mischiefs, Tell him, I'll send duke Edmund to the and makes them leave me desolate. I see And, Somerset, we will commit thee thither, them lay their heads together, to surprize me: Until his army be dismiss'd from bim. my sword make way for me, for here is no stay- Som. My lord, ing.–In despight of the devils and hell have I'll yield myself to prison willingly, through the very midst of you! And beavens Or unto death, to do my country good. and honour be witness, that no want of reso- K. Hen. In any case, be not too rough in lution in me, but only my followers' base and
[guage. ignominious treasons, makes me betake me to For he is fierce, and cannot brook hard lan. my heels.
[Exit. Buck. What, is he fled! Go some, and fol- Two orders of foot soldiers among the Irish. low him;
+ Only just now.
Buck. I will, my lord; and doubt not so And if mine arm be heaved in the air, to deal
Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth. As all things shall redound unto your good. As for more words, whose greatness answers K. Hen. Come, wife, let's in, and learn to
(bears. govern better;
Let this my sword report what speech forFor yet may England curse my wretched Cade. By my valour, the most complete reign.
(Exeunt. champion that ever I heard.-Steel, if thou
turn the edge, or cut not out the burly-boned SCENE X.-Kent.-IDEN's Garden. clown in chines of beef ere thou sleep in thy Enter Cade.
sheath, I beseech God on my knees, thou
may'st be turn'd to hobnails. [They fight, CADE Cade. Fie on ambition! Fie on myself; that falls.] 0, I am slain! Famine, and no other, have a sword, and yet am ready to famish! hath slain me: let ten thousand devils come These five days have I hid me in these woods; against me,
and give me but the ten meals I and durst not peep out, for all the country is have lost, and I'd defy them all. Wither, gar. layed for me; but now am I so hungry, that if den; and be henceforth a burying place to all I might have a lease of my life for a thousand that' do dwell in this house, because the unyears, I could stay, no longer. Wherefore, on conquer'd soul of Cade is fled. a brick-wall have I climbed into this garden ; Iden. Is't Cade that I have slain, that monto see if I can eat grass, or pick a sallet ano
strous traitor ? ther while, which is not amiss to cool a man's Sword, I will hallow thee, for this tlry deed. stomach this hot weather. And, I think, this And bang thee o'er my tomb, when I am word sallet was born to do me good : for, many
dead: a time, but for a sallet,* my brain-pan, had Ne'er shall this blood be wiped from thy point; been cleft with a brow bill; and, many a But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat, time, when I have been dry, and bravely To emblaze the honour that thy master got. marching, it hath served me instead of a quart- Cade. Iden, farewell; and be proud of thy pot to drink in; and now the word sallet must victory: Tell'Kent from me, she hath lost her serve me to feed on.
best man, and exhort all the world to be co
wards; for I, that never fear'd any, am vanEnter Iden, with Servants.
quish'd by famine, not by valour. [Dies. Iden. Lord, who would live turmoiled in the
Iden. How much thou wrong'st me* heaven court,
be my judge. And may enjoy such quiet walks as these,
Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that This small inheritance, my father left me,
bare thee! Contenteth me, and is worth a monarchy.
And as I thrust thy body in with my sword, I seek not to wax great by other's waining;
So wish I, I might thrust thy soul in hell. Or gather wealth, “I care not with what envy; Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels Sufticeth, that I have maintains my state,
Unto a dunghill which shall be thy grave, And sends the poor well pleased from my Which I will bear
in triumph to the king,
And there cut off thy most ungracious head; gate. Cade. Here's the lord of the soil come to Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon. seize me for a stray, for entering bis see-sim
[Exit, dragging out the Body. ple without leave. Ah, villain, thou wilt betray me, and get a thousand crowns of the
ACT V. king for carrying my head to him; but I'll SCENE 1.—The same.-Fields between Dartmake thee eat iron like an ostridge, and swal
ford and Blackheath. low my sword like a great pin, ere thou and I part.
The King's Camp on one side.-On the other, Iden. Why, rude companion, whatsoe'er enter YORK attended, with Drum and Colours: thou be,
[thee? his Forces at some distance. I know thee not; why then should I betray
York. From Ireland thus comes York, to Is't pot enough, to break into my garden, And, like a thief, to come to rob my grounds, And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head:
claim his right, Climbing my walls, in spite of me the owner, But thou wilt brave me with these saucy Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bunfires, clear and terms?
bright, Cade. Brave thee? Ay, by the best blood To entertain great England's lawful king. that ever was broach’d," and beard thee too. Ah, suncta majestas! who would not
buy thee Look on me well: I have eat no meat these Let them obey, that know not how to rule;
dear? five days; yet, come thou and thy five men, This hand was made to handle naught 'but and if I do not leave you all as dead as a door-nail, I pray God, I may never eat grass I cannot give due action to my words,
gold: Iden. Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while Eng- A sceptre shall it have, have I a soul;
Except a sword, or sceptre balance it. land stands, That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent,
On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France. Took odds to combat a poor famish'd man,
Whom have we here? Buckingham to disturb Set limb to limb, and thou art far the lesser;
[ble. Thy hand is but a finger to my fist;
The king hath sent him, sure: I must dissemThy leg a stick, compared with this truncheon;
Buck. York, if thou meanest well, I greet My foot shall fight with all the strength thou
thee well. bast;
* In supposing that I am proud of my victory. # A kind of lielmet.
+ Balance my hand.
York. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept K. Hen. How art thou call'd! and what is thy greeting,
thy degree? Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure ? Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name; Buck. A messenger from Henry, our dread A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king. liege,
Buck. So please it you, my lord, 'twere not To know the reason of these arms in peace;
amiss Or why, thou-being a subject as I am,- He were created knight for his good service. Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn, K. Hen. Iden, kneel down; [He kneeis. ] Shouldst raise so great a power without his
Rise up a knight. leave,
We give thee for reward a thousand marks; Or dare to bring thy force so near the court. And will, that thou henceforth attend on us. York. [Aside.) Scarce can I speak, my choler Iden. May Iden live to merit such a bounty, is so great.
And never live but true unto his liege ! O, I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint, K. Hen. See, Buckingham! Somerset comes I am so angry at these abject terms;
with the queen; And now, like Ajax Telamonius,
Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury! I am far better born than is the king ;,
Enter Queen MARGARET and SOMERSET. More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts: Q. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not But I must make fair weather yet awhile,
hide his head, Till Henry be more weak, and I more strong.
But boldly stand, and front him to his face.
[Aside. York. How now! Is Somerset at liberty ? O Buckingham, I pr’ythee, pardon me, Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison'd That I have given no answer all this while;
thoughts, My mind was troubled with deep melancholy. And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart. The cause why I have brought this army Shall I endure the sight of Somerset?hither,
False king! why hast thou broken faith with Is--to remove proud Somerset from the king,
Buck. That is too much presumption on thy King did I call thee? no, thou art not king;
traitor. York. Upon thine honour, is he prisoner ? That head of thine doth not become a crown; Buck. Upon mine honour, he is prisoner. Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff, York. Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my And not to grace an awful princely sceptre. powers.
That gold must round engirt these brows of Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves;
mine; Meet me to-morrow, in Saint George's field, Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear, You shall have pay, and everything you Is able with the change to kill and cure. wish.
Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up, And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry, And with the same to act controlling laws. Command my eldest son,-nay, all my sons, Give place; by heaven, thou shalt rule no As pledges of my fealty and love, I'll send them all as willing as I live;
O'er him, whom heaven created for thy ruler. Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have Som. Ó monstrous traitor!-I arrest thee, Is his to use, so Somerset may die.
York, Buck. York, I commend this kind submis. Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown: sion :
Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace. We twain will go into his highness' tent.
York. Would'st have me kneel? first let me
ask of these, Enter King HENRY, attended.
If they can brook I bow a knee to man.K. Hen. Buckingham, doth York intend to Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail; harm us,
[Exit an ATTENDANT. That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm?
I know, ere they will have me go to ward, York. In all submission and humility,
They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchise
ment. York doth present himself unto your highness.
Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come K. Hen. Then what intend these forces thou dost bring ?
amain, York. To heave the traitor Somerset from To say, if that the bastard boys of York hence;
Shall be the surety for their traitor father. And fight against that monstrous rebel, Cade, Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge!
York. O blood-bespotted Neapolitan, Who since I heard to be discomfited.
The sons of York, thy betters in their birth, Enter IDEN, roith Cade's Head. Shall be their father's bail ; and bane to those Iden. If one so rude, and of so mean condi- That for my surety will refuse the boys. May pass into the presence of a king, ,[tion, Enter EDWARD and RICHARD PLANTAGENET, Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head,
with Forces, at one side ; at the other, with The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew. K. Hen. The head of Cade?-Great God, how
Forces also, old CLIFFORD and his Son. just art thou !
See, where they come; I'll warrant they'll 0, let me view his visage being dead,
make it good. That living wrought me such exceeding trouble. Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew
their bail. 'him? Iden. I was, an't like your majesty.
• Custody, confinement.
Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with my self' king!
[K'neels. The title of this most renowned duke; York. I thank thee, Clifford : Say, what news And in my conscience do repnte his grace with thee?
The rightful heir to England's royal seat. Nay, do not fright us with an angry look: K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again ;
unto me? For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.
Sal. I have. Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mis- K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for take;
such an oath ? But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do:- Sal. It is great sin, to swear unto a sin; To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad? But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath. K. Hen. Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambi- Who can be bound by any solemn vow tious humour
To do a murderous deed, to rob a man, Makes him oppose himself against his king. To force a spotless virgin's chastity,
Clif. He is a traitor; let him to the Tower, To reave the orphan of his patrimony,, And chop away that factious pate of his. To wring the widow from her custom'd right;
Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey; And have no other reason for this wrong, His sons, he says, shall give their words for But that he was bound by a solemn oath? him.
Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister. York. Will you not, sons?
K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm Edw. Ay, noble father, if our words will
York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends Rich. And if words will not, then our wea
I am resolv'd for death, or dignity. Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have Clif. The first I warrant tbee, if dreams we here!
prove true. York. Look in a glass, and call thy image War. You were best to go to bed, and dream so;
again, 1 am thy king, and thou a false-heart trai. To keep thee from the tempest of the field. Call hither to the stake my two brave bears, Clif. I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm, That, with the very shaking of their chains, Than any thou canst conjure up to-day;
They may astonish these fell lurking curs; And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,
badge. Drums. Enter WARWICK and SalISBURY, War. Now, by my father's badge, old Newith Forces.
vil's crest, Clif. Are these thy bears ? we'll bait thy This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,
The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff, bears to death, And manacle the bear-wardt.in their chains,
(As on a mountain-top the cedar shows, If thou dar’st bring them to the baiting. Even to affright thee with the view thereof.
That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,) place. Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening
Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy
bear, Run back and bite, because he was withheld: And tread it under foot with all contempt, Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw,
Despight the bear-ward that protects the
bear. Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs, and cry'd :
Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father, And such a piece of service will you do,
the rebels, and their 'complices.
Rich. Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in If you oppose yourselves to match lord Warwick.
spite, Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night. Jump,
Y. Clif. Foul stigmatic,t that's more than
thou canst tell. As crooked in thy manners as thy shape! York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly
Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell,
[Exeunt severally. Clif. Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves.
SCENE II.-Saint Albans. K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow?
Alurums: Excursions. Enter WARWICK. Old Salisbury,-shame to thy silver hair, Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son
War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick
calls! What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear,
ruffian, And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles ?
Now,-when the angry trumpet sounds alarm,
And dead men's cries do fill the empty air, O, where is faith? 0, where is loyalty? If it be banish'd from the frosty head,
Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me! Where shall it find a harbour in the earth ?
Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland, Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,
Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms. And shame thine honourable age with blood? Why art thou old, and want'st experience?
Enter York. Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it? How now, my noble lord? what, all a-foot ? For shame! 'in duty bend thy knee to me, York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my That bows unto the grave with mickle'age.
steed; The Nevils, earls of Warwick, had a bear and ragged
* Helmet. staf for their crest.
+ One on whom nature has set a mark of deformity, + Bear-keeper.