'Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth. 'As for more words, whose greatness answers words, 'Let this my sword report what speech forbears. * 6 * Cade. By my valour, the most complete champion that ever I heard. Steel, if thou turn the edge, or cut not out the burly-boned clown in 'chines of beef ere thou sleep in thy sheath, I be'seech God on my knees, thou may'st be turn'd to hobnails. [They fight. Cade falls.] O, I am slain! 'famine, and no other, hath slain me: let ten thou'sand 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 unconquer'd soul of Cade is fled. 'Iden. Is't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous traitor? 'Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed, 'And hang thee o'er my tomb, when I am dead: * Ne'er shall this blood be wiped from thy point; * But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat, * To emblaze the honour that thy master got. 'Cade. Iden, farewel; and be proud of thy vic'tory: Tell Kent from me, she hath lost her best man, and exhort all the world to be cowards; for I, that never fear'd any, am vanquish'd by famine, 'not by valour. [Dies. * 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 in with my sword, I * So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell. Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon. [Exit, dragging out the body. ACT V. SCENE I. THE SAME. FIELDS BETWEEN DARTFORD AND BLACKHEATH. The King's Camp on one side. On the other, enter York attended, with drum and colours: his forces at some distance. 'York. From Ireland thus comes York, to claim his right, 'And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head: Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright, 'To entertain great England's lawful king. Ah, sancta majestas! who would not buy thee dear? 'Let them obey, that know not how to rule; This hand was made to handle nought but gold: 'I cannot give due action to my words, 'Except a sword, or scepter, balance it. 'A scepter shall it have, have I a soul; 'On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France. Enter Buckingham. 'Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me? The king hath sent him, sure: I must dissemble. Buck. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well. York. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting. 'Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure? 'Buck. A messenger from Henry, our dread liege, To know the reason of these arms in peace; 'Or why, thou-being a subject as I am,— Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn, 'Should'st raise so great a power without his leave, 'Or dare to bring thy force so near the court. 'York. Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great. 'O, I could hew up rocks, and fight with I am so angry at these abject terms; 'On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury! Aside. 'I am far better born than is the king; More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts: 'But I must make fair weather yet a-while, O Buckingham, I pr'ythee, pardon me, 'That I have given no answer 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 presumption 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 prisoner? Buck. Upon mine honour, he is prisoner. 'York. Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my powers. 'Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves; 'Meet me to-morrow in saint George's field, 'You shall have pay, and every thing you wish.And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry, * Command my eldest son,-nay, all * As pledges of my fealty and love, * I'll send them all as willing as I live; my sons, * Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have * Is his to use, so Somerset may die. 'Buck. York, I commend this kind submission: We twain will go into his highness' tent. Enter King Henry, attended. 'K. Hen. Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us, 'That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? * York. In all submission and humility, * York doth present himself unto your highness. * K. Hen. Then what intend these forces thou dost bring? York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence; 'And fight against that monstrous rebel, Cade, Who since I heard to be discomfited. |