Now part them again, lest they consult about the | here is no staying. In despight of the devils and hell, giving up of some more towns in France. Soldiers, have through the very midst of you! and heavens defer the spoil of the city until night: for with these and honour be witness, that no want of resolution in borne before us, instead of maces, will we ride me, but only my followers' base and ignominious through the streets; and, at every corner, have them treasons, makes me betake me to my heels [Exit. kiss.-Away! [Exeunt. Buck. What, is he fled? go, some, and follow him ; And he, that brings his head unto the king, Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward.[Exeunt some of them. Follow me, soldiers; we'll devise a mean; To reconcile you all unto the king. SCENE VIII.-Southwark. Alarum. Enter CADE, and all his Rabblement. Cude. Up Fish-street! down Saint Magnus' corner! kill and knock down! throw them into the Thames! -[A 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? Enter BUCKINGHAM, and Old CLIFFORD, with Forces. Buck. Ay, here they be that dare and will disturb thee: Know, Cade, we come ambassadors from the king Clif. What say ye, countrymen? will ye relent, 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 him? will you needs be hanged 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 out 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 burdens, 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 Henry the fifth, That thus you do exclaim-you'll go 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; Nor knows he how to live, but by the spoil, Unless by robbing of your friends, and us. Wer't not a shame, that whilst you live at jar, The fearful French, whom you late vanquished, Should make a start o'er seas, and vanquish you? Methinks already, in this civil broil, I see them lording it in London streets, All A Clifford a Clifford! we'll follow the king, and Clifford. Cade. 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 surprize me: my sword make way for me, for [Exeunt. SCENE IX.-Kenelworth Castle. K. Hen. Was ever king, that joy'd an earthly throne, Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFord. Buck. Health, and glad tidings, to your majesty! K. Hen. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade surOr is he but retir'd to make him strong? [priz'd? Enter, below, a great number of CADE's Followers, with halters about their necks. Clif. He's fled, my lord, and all his powers do yield; And humbly thus, with halters on their necks, Expect your highness' doom, of life, or death. K. Hen. Then, heaven, set ope thy everlasting gates, Mess. Please it your grace to be advertised, The duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traitor. Like to a ship, that having 'scap'd a tempest, I pray thee, Buckingham, go forth and meet him: Som. My lord, I'll yield myself to prison willingly, K. Hen. In any case, be not too rough in terms; For he is fierce, and cannot brook hard language. Buck. I will, my lord; and doubt not so to deal, As all things shall redound unto your good. [ter; K. Hen. Čome, wife, let's in, and learn to govern betFor yet may England curse my wretched reign. [Exeunt. SCENE X.-Kent. Iden's Garden. Enter CADE. life Cade. Fye on ambition! fye on myself; that have a swoid, 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 lay'd for me; but now I am so hungry, that if I might have a lease of my for a thousand years, I could stay no longer. Wherefore, on a brick-wall have I climbed 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. Enter IDEN, with Servants. Iden. Lord, who would live tormoiled in the court, Cade. Here's the lord of the soil come to sieze me Cade. By my valour, the most complete champion that ever I heard.-Steel, if thou turn the edge, or cut not out the burley-boned clown in chines of beef ere thou sleep in thy sheath, I beseech God on my knees, thou mayest be turned to hobnails. [They fight. CADE falls.] 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. [tor? Iden. Is't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous trai- Ne'er shall this blood be wiped from thy point; judge. Iden. How much thou wrong'st me, heaven, be my [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 Fores at some distance. York. From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right, And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head: Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me? Buck. York, if thou imeanest well, I greet thee well. great. O Buckingham, I pr'ythee, pardon me, 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 my sons, As pledges of my fealty and love, I'll send them all as willing as I live; 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 That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? [us, York. In all submission and humility, York doth present himself unto your highness. [bring? K. Hen. Then what intend these forces thou dost York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence; And fight against the monstrous rebel, Cade, Who since I heard to be discomfited. Enter IDEN, with CADE's head. Iden. If one so rude, and of so mean condition, May pass into the presence of a king, Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head, The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew. K. Hen. The head of Cade ?--Great God, how just O, let me view his visage being dead, [art thou!That living wrought me such exceeding trouble. Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew him? Iden. I was, an't like your majesty. K. Hen. How art thou call'd? and what is thy degree? Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name; 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 I know, ere they will have me go to ward, To say, if that the bastard boys of York York. O blood bespotted Neapolitan, 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. Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their bail. Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the king! [Kneels. York. I thank thee, Clifford: Say, what news with Nay, do not fright us with an angry look: [thee? 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? His sons, he says, shall give their words for him. Edw. Ay, noble father, if our words will serve. We give thee for reward a thousand marks; [knight. I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor. 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 Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. [queen; Enter QUEEN MARGARET and SOMERSET. Q. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his But boldly stand, and front him to his face. [head, York. How now! Is Somerset at liberty? Which dar'st not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor. Call hither to the stake my two brave bears, Clif. Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to And manacle the bear-ward in their chains, [death If thou dar'st bring them to the baiting place. Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur Run back and bite, because he was withheld; Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw, Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs, and cry'd: And such a piece of service will you do, If you oppose yourselves to match lord Warwick. Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump, As crooked in thy manners as thy shape! York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon. Clif. Take need, lest by your heat you burn your. selves. K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to Old Salisbury,-shame to thy silver hair, Thou mad misleader of thy brain sick son!— [bow? If it be banish d from the frosty head, Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me? K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for such an But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath. [oath? Q. Mar. A suble traitor needs no sophister. K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself. York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou I am resolv'd for death, or dignity. [hast, Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true. War. You were best to go to bed, and dream again, To keep thee from the tempest of the field. Clif. I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm, Than any thou canst conjure up to-day; And that I'll write upon thy burgonet, Might I but know thee by thy household badge. War. Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's crest, The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff, This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet, (As on a mountain-top the cedar shews, That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,) Even to affright thee with the view thereof. Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, And tread it under foot with all contempt, Despight the bearward that protects the bear. For Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father, To quell the rebels, and their 'complices Rich. Fye! charity, for shame! speak not in spite, you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night. [tell. Y. Clif. Foul stigmatic, that's more than thou canst Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell. [Exeunt severally. SCENE II-Saint Alban's. Alarums: Excursions. Enter WARWICK. War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls! And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear, Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarm, And dead men's cries do fill the empty air,Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me! Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland, Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms. Enter YORK. How now, my noble lord? what all a-foot? War. Of one or both of us the time is come York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other For I myself must hunt this deer to death. [chase War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, [fight'st.— It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd. [Erit 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 shewn 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. Clif. La fin couronne les œuvres. [Dies. York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still. Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will! [Exit. Enter Young CLifford. Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the rout; To cease! Wast thou ordained, dear father, And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus As did Æneas old Anchises bear, Rich. So, lie thou there ;- [Exit. [Erit Sword, hold thy temper: heart, be wrathful still : Q. Mar. Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame, away! Margaret, stay. Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll not fight, K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens? good | Is not itself, nor have we won one foot, Enter Young CLIFFORD. Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mischief SCENE III.-Fields near Saint Alban's. York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him; But still, where danger was, still there I met him; Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought By the mass, so did we all.-I thank you, Richard: York. I know, our safety is to follow them; War. After them! nay, before them, if we can. THIRD PART OF KING HENRY VI. THIS historical drama, like the preceding one, was not printed in its present form till it appeared in the folio edition of our author's works, in 1623. It was formed on a play by Marlowe, or by Marlowe, Peele, and Greene, called The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York, and the good King Henry the Sixth; or, The Second Part of the Contention of York and Lancaster. Shakspeare's alteration of this original play was made, according to Malone, in 1591. The play opens just after the first battle of Saint Alban's, [May 23, 1455,] wherein the York faction carried the day; and closes with the murder of King Henry VI, and the birth of prince Edward, afterwards Edward V. (November 4, 1471.] This play is only divided from the former for the convenience So that this history takes in the space of full sixteen years. of exhibition; for the series of action is continued without interruption, nor are any two scenes of any play more closely connected than the first scene of this play with the last of the former.-JOHNSON. Lady GREY, afterwards Queen to Edward IV. Soldiers, and other Attendants on King Henry and SCENE,-During part of the third Act, in France |