; My hair be fix'd on end, as one distract Their sweetest shade, a grove of cypress trees! Q. Mar. Enough, sweet Suffolk; thou torment'st thyself; And these dread curses-like the sun 'gainst glass, Suf. You bade me ban, and will you bid me leave? Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from, That I may dew it with my mournful tears; So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief; Embrace, and kiss, and take ten thousand leaves, So Suffolk had thy heavenly company: I can no more :-Live thou to joy thy life; Enter VAUX. Q. Mar. Whither goes Vaux so fast? what news, I pr'ythee? Vaur. To signify unto his majesty, That makes him gasp, and stare, and catch the air, Q. Mar. Go, tell this heavy message to the king. [Exit Vaux. Ah me! what is this world? what news are these? But wherefore grieve I at an hour's poor loss, Now, get thee hence: The king, thou know'st, is coming! If thou be found by me, thou art but dead. Suf. If I depart from thee, I cannot live: And in thy sight to die, what were it else, But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap ? Here could I breathe my soul into the air, As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe, Dying with mother's dugs between his lips: Where, from thy sight, I should be raging mad, And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes, To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth; So should'st thou either turn my flying soul, Or I should breathe it so into thy body, And then it liv'd in sweet Elysium. To die by thee, were but to die in jest ; From thee to die, were torture more than death: O, let me stay, befall what may befall. Q. Mar. Away! though parting be a fretful corrosive, It is applied to a deathful wound. To France, sweet Suffolk: Let me hear from thee; For wheresoe'er thou art in this world's globe, Q. Mar. And take my heart with thee. Q. Mar. This way for me. [Exeunt, severally. SCENE III.-London. Cardinal Beaufort's bed-chamber. Enter King HENRY, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and Others. The Cardinal in bed; Attendants with him. K. Hen. How fares my lord? speak, Beaufort, to thy sovereign. Car. If thou be'st death, I'll give thee Eng land's treasure, Enough to purchase such another island, So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain, K. Hen. Ah, what a sign it is of evil life, When death's approach is seen so terrible! War. Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to thee. Car. Bring me unto my trial when you will. Died he not in his bed? where should he die? Can I make men live, whe'r they will or no?O! torture me no more, I will confess.Alive again? then show me where he is; I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him.He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them. Comb down his hair; look! look! it stands upright, Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul !— Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary Bring the strong poison that I bought of him. K. Hen. O thou eternal Mover of the heavens, Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch ! ACT IV. SCENE I.-Kent. The sea-shore near Dover. Cap. The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea; And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades, 1 Gent. What is my ransome, master; let me not; Ne'er yet did base dishonour blur our name, Suf. Stay, Whitmore; for thy prisoner is a prince, The duke of Suffolk, William de la Poole. Whit. The duke of Suffolk, muffled up in rags! Suf. Ay, but these rags are no part of the duke; Jove sometime went disguis'd, and why not I? Cap. But Jove was never slain, as thou shalt be. Suf. Obscure and lowly swain, King Henry's blood, The honourable blood of Lancaster, Bare-headed plodded by my foot-cloth mule, And thought thee happy when I shook my head? Cap. First let my words stab him, as he hath me. Suf. Base slave! thy words are blunt, and so art thou. Cap. Convey him hence, and on our long-boat's side Strike off his head. Suf. Thou dar'st not for thy own. Suf. Poole? Cap. Poole? Sir Poole? lord? Ay, kennel, puddle, sink: whose filth and dirt And thou, that smil'dst at good duke Hum- Against the senseless winds shall grin in vain, Hath slain their governors, surpriz'd our forts, vain, As hating thee, are rising up in arms: | Small things make base men proud: this villain Being captain of a pinnace, threatens more Whit. Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy Suf. Gelidus timor occupat artus :-'tis thee I fear. Whit. Thou shalt have cause to fear, before I leave thee. What, are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop ? 1 Gent. My gracious lord, entreat him, speak him fair. Suf. Suffolk's imperial tongue is stern and rough, Cap. Hale him away, and let him talk no more. It is our pleasure, one of them depart :- [Exeunt all but the first Gentleman. Re-enter WHITMORE, with SUFFOLK's body. Whit. There let his head and lifeless body lie, Until the queen his mistress bury it. [Exit. 1 Gent. O barbarous and bloody spectacle! And now the house of York-thrust from the His body will I bear unto the king: crown, By shameful murder of a guiltless king, If he revenge it not, yet will his friends; SCENE II.-Blackheath. Enter GEORGE BEVIS and JOHN HOLLAND. Geo. Come, and get thee a sword, though made of a lath; they have been up these two days. John. They have the more need to sleep now then. Geo. I tell thee, Jack Cade, the clothier, means to dress the commonwealth, and turn it, and set a new nap upon it. John. So he had need, for 'tis threadbare. Well, I say, it was never merry world in England, since gentlemen came up. Geo. O miserable age! Virtue is not regarded in handycrafts-men. John. The nobility think scorn to go in leather aprons. Geo. Nay more, the king's council are no good workmen. John. True; And yet it is said,-Labour in thy vocation: which is as much to say, as,-let the magistrates be labouring men; and therefore should we be magistrates. Geo. Thou hast hit it: for there's no better sign of a brave mind than a hard hand. John. I see them! I see them! There's Best's son, the tanner of Wingham ; Geo. He shall have the skins of our enemies, to make dog's leather of. John. And Dick the butcher, Smith. He need not fear the sword, for his coat is of proof. Aside. Dick. But, methinks, he should stand in fear of fire, being burnt i'the hand for stealing of sheep. [Aside. Cade. Be brave then; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be, in England, seven half-penny loaves sold for a penny; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops; and I will make it felony, to drink small beer: all the realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfry go to grass. And when I am king, (as king I will be) All. God save your majesty! Cade. I thank you, good people :-there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers, and worship me their lord. Dick. The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers. Geo. Then is sin struck down like an ox, and lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent iniquity's throat cut like a calf. John. And Smith the weaver : Geo. Argo, their thread of life is spun. John. Come, come, let's fall in with them. Drum. Enter CADE, DICK the Butcher, SMITH the Weaver, and Others in great number. Cade. We John Cade, so termed of our supposed father, Dick. Or rather, of stealing a cade of herrings. [Aside. Cade. -for our enemies shall fall before us, inspired with the spirit of putting down kings and princes,-Command silence. Dick. Silence! Cade. My father was a Mortimer, Dick. He was an honest man, and a good bricklayer. Aside. Cade. My mother a Plantagenet,— [Aside. Cade. My wife descended of the Lacies,Dick. She was, indeed, a pedlar's daughter, and sold many laces. Aside. Smith. But, now of late, not able to travel with her furred pack, she washes bucks here at home. [Aside. Cade. Therefore am I of an honourable house. Dick. Ay, by my faith, the field is honourable; and there was he born, under a hedge; for his father had never a house, but the cage. Aside. Cade. Valiant I am. Cade. I am able to endure much. Dick. No question of that; for I have seen him whipped three market days together. Cade. I fear neither sword nor fire. Aside. Cade. Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man? Some say, the bee stings: but I say, 'tis the bee's wax, for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never mine own man since.-How now? who's there? Enter some, bringing in the Clerk of Chatham. Smith. We took him setting of boys' copies. Smith. H'as a book in his pocket, with red letters in't. Cade. Nay, then he is a conjurer. Dick. Nay, he can make obligations, and write court-hand. Cade. I am sorry for't: the man is a proper man, on mine honour; unless I find him guilty, he shall not die.-Come hither, sirrah, I must examine thee: What is thy name? Clerk. Emmanuel. Dick. They use to write it on the top of letters;-Twill go hard with you. Cade. Let me alone:-Dost thou use to write thy name? or hast thou a mark to thyself, like an honest plain-dealing man? Clerk. Sir, I thank God, I have been so well brought up, that I can write my name. All. He hath confessed: away with him; he's a villain, and a traitor. Cade. Away with him, I say: hang him with his pen and inkhorn about his neck. [Exeunt some with the Clerk. Enter MICHAEL. Mich. Where's our general? Mich. Fly, fly, fly! sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother are hard by, with the king's forces. Cade. Stand, villain, stand, or I'll fell thee down: He shall be encountered with a man as good as himself: He is but a knight, is 'a? Mich. No. Cade. To equal him, I will make myself a knight presently; Rise up, sir John Mortimer. Now have at him. Enter Sir HUMPHREY STAFFORD, and WILLIAM his brother, with drum and Forces. Staf. Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Kent, Mark'd for the gallows,-lay your weapons down, Home to your cottages, forsake this groom ;The king is merciful, if you revolt. W. Staf. But angry, wrathful, and inclin'd to blood, If you go forward: therefore yield, or die. It is to you, good people, that I speak, Staf. Villain, thy father was a plasterer ; Cade. Marry, this :-Edmund Mortimer, earl of March, Married the duke of Clarence' daughter; Did he not? The elder of them, being put to nurse, Dick. Nay, 'tis too true; therefore he shall be king. Smith. Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it; therefore, deny it not. Staf. And will you credit this base drudge's words, That speaks he knows not what? All. Ay, marry, will we; therefore get ye gone. W. Staf. Jack Cade, the duke of York hath taught you this. Cade. He lies, for I invented it myself. Aside.-Go to, sirrah, Tell the king from me, that-for his father's sake, Henry the fifth, in whose time boys went to span-counter for French crowns,-I am content he shall reign; but I'll be protector over him. Dick. And, furthermore, we'll have the lord Say's head, for selling the dukedom of Maine. Cade. And good reason; for thereby is England maimed, and fain to go with a staff, but that my puissance holds it up. Fellow kings, I tell you, that that lord Say hath gelded the commonwealth, and made it an eunuch: and more than that, he can speak French, and therefore he is a traitor. Staf. O gross and miserable ignorance! Cade. Nay, answer, if you can: The Frenchmen are our enemies: go to then, I ask but this; Can he, that speaks with the tongue of an enemy, be a good counsellor, or no? All. No, no; and therefore we'll have his head. W. Staf. Well, seeing gentle words will not prevail, Assail them with an army of the king. Staf. Herald, away: and, throughout every town, SCENE III.-Another part of Blackheath. Alarums. The two parties enter, and fight, and both the STAFFORDS are slain. Cade. Where's Dick, the butcher of Ashford ? Dick. Here, sir. Cade. They fell before thee like sheep and oxen, and thou behavedst thyself as if thou hadst been in thine own slaughter-house: therefore thus will I reward thee,-The Lent shall be as long again as it is; and thou shalt have a license to kill for a hundred lacking one. |