K. Hen. The head of Cade ?-Great God, how just art thou !— O, let me view his visage being dead, That living wrought me such exceeding trouble. Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew him? K. Hen. How art thou call'd? and what is thy degree? A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king. Buck. So please it you, my lord, 'twere not amiss He were created knight for his good service. K. Hen. Iden, kneel down; [He kneels.] Rise up a knight. We give thee for reward a thousand marks; And will, that thou henceforth attend on us. Iden. May Iden live to merit such a bounty, And never live but true unto his liege! K. Hen. See, Buckingham! Somerset comes with the queen; Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. Enter QUEEN MARGARET and SOMERSET. Q. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his head, But boldly stand, and front him to his face. York. How now! is Somerset at liberty? Then, York, unloose thy long imprison'd thoughts, Shall I endure the sight of Somerset ? False king! why hast thou broken faith with me, Which dar'st not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor. And with the same to act controlling laws. Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown: Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace. York. Wouldst have me kneel? first let me ask of these, [Exit an ATTENDANT. I know, ere they will have me go to ward,* Shall be the surety for their traitor father. * Custody, confinement. York. O blood-bespotted Neapolitan, Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge ! The sons of York, thy betters in their birth, Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those That for my surety will refuse the boys. 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. Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the king! [Kneels. We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again; For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee. Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mistake; But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do: To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad? K. Hen. Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious humour And chop away that factious pate of his. His sons, he says, shall give their words for him. I Edw. Ay, noble father, if our words will serve. am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.- Drums. Enter WARWICK and SALISBURY, with Forces. If you oppose yourselves to match lord Warwick. * The Nevils, earls of Warwick, had a bear and ragged staff for their crest. † Bear-keeper. VOL. III. 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, Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son ! What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian, O, where is faith? O, where is loyalty? The rightful heir to England's royal seat. K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me? K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for such an oath? But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath. Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister. K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself. York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast, I am resolved for death, or dignity. Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true. Clif. I am resolved to bear a greater storm, Might I but know thee by thy household badge. War. Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's crest, (As on a mountain-top the cedar shows, Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, * Helmet. And tread it underfoot with all contempt, To quell the rebels, and their 'complices. Rich. Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in spite, Y. Clif. Foul stigmatic,* that's more than thou canst tell. SCENE II-Saint Albans. [Exeunt severally. Alarums: Excursions, Enter WARWICK. War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls! Enter YORK. 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 chace, 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, It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd. [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. Dies. [Exit. Clif. La fin couronne les œuvres. * Stigmatized by deformity. + Stake. Enter young CLIFFORD. Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the rout; Hath no self-love; nor he, that loves himself, [Seeing his dead Father. And the premised* flames of the last day Now let the general trumpet blow his blast, To cease!t-Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house; As did Æneas old Anchises bear, So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders; Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine. [Taking up the body. [Exit. Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still: [Exit. Alarums: Excursions. Enter KING HENRY, QUEEN Q. Mar. Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame away! * Sent before their time. † Stop. * Obtain. § Experienced. |