I charge thee, waft me fafely cross the channel: Cap. Walter Whit. Come, Suffolk, I muftwaft thee tothy death. Suf. Gelidus timor occupat artus :-'tis thee I fear. Whit. Thou fhalt have cause to fear, before I leave thee. What, are ye daunted now? now will ye ftoop? 1 Gent. My gracious lord, entreat him, speak him fair. Suf. Suffolk's imperial tongue is ftern and rough, Us'd to command, untaught to plead for favour. Far be it, we fhould honour fuch as thefe With humble fuit: no, rather let my head Cap. Hale him away, and let him talk no more: Come foldiers, fhew what cruelty ye can. Suf. That this my death may never be forgot!Great men oft die by vile bezonians : A Roman fworder and banditto flave Murder'd sweet Tully; Brutus' bastard hand Stabb'd Julius Cæfar; favage iflanders, Pompey the great; and Suffolk dies by pirates. [Exit WALTER WHITMORE, with SUFFOLK. Cap. And as for these whofe ranfom we have fet, It is our pleasure, one of them depart : Therefore come you with us, and let him go. [Exit Captain, with all but the first Gentleman. Re-enter Re-enter WHITMORE, with SUFFOLK's Body. Whit. There let his head and lifeless body lie, Until the queen his mistress bury it. [Exit WHITMORE. 1 Gent. O barbarous and bloody fpectacle! His body will I bear unto the king: If he revenge it not, yet will his friends; So will the queen, that living held him dear. [Exit. SCENE II. Another Part of Kent. Enter GEORGE BEVIS, and JOHN HOLLAND. Bevis. Come, and get thee a fword, though made of a lath; they have been up these two days. Hol. They have the more need to fleep now then. Bevis. I tell thee, Jack Cade the Clothier means to drefs the common-wealth, and turn it, and fet a new nap upon it. Hol. So he had need, for 'tis thread-bare. Well, I fay, it was never merry world in England, fince gentlemen came up. Bevis. O miferable age! Virtue is not regarded in handicrafts-men. Hol. The nobility think scorn to go in leather aprons. Bevis. Nay more, the king's council are no good workmen. Hol. True; And yet it is faid-Labour in thy vocation; which is as much to fay as-let the magistrates be labouring men; and therefore fhould we be magiftrates. Bevis. Thou haft hit it: for there's no better fign of a brave mind, than a hard hand. G 3 Holo Hol. I fee them! I fee them! There's Beft's fon, the tanner of Wingham. Bevis. He fhall have the skins of our enemies, to make dog's leather of. Hol. And Dick the Butcher Bevis. Then is fin ftruck down like an ox, and iniquity's throat cut like a calf. Hol. And Smith the Weaver :— Bevis. Argo, their thread of life is spun. Drum. Enter CADE, DICK the Butcher, SMITH the Dick. Or rather, of stealing a cade of herrings. [Afide. Cade. For our enemies fhall fall before us, infpir'd with the spirit of putting down kings and princes. 1 -Command filence. Dick. Silence! Cade. My father was a Mortimer Dick. He was an honest man, and a good bricklayer. Cade. My mother a Plantagenet [Afide. Dick. I knew her well, fhe was a midwife. [Afide. Gade. My wife defcended of the LaciesDick. She was, indeed, a pedlar's daughter, and fold many laces. Afide. Smith. But, now of late, not able to travel with her furr'd pack, she washes bucks here at home. [Afide. Cade. Therefore am I of an honourable houfe. Dick. Ay, by my faith: the field is honourable; and and there was he born, under a hedge; for his faher had never a house, but the cage. [Afide. Cade. Valiant I am. Smith. 'A muft needs; for beggary is valiant. [Afide. Cade. I am able to endure much. Dick. No queftion of that; for I have seen him shipp'd three market days together. [Afide. Cade. I fear neither fword nor fire. Smith. He need not fear the fword, for his coat s of proof. [Afide. Dick. But, methinks, he fhould ftand in fear of ire, being fo often burnt i'the hand for stealing of heep. [djide. Cade. Be brave then; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There fhall be, in Eng. land, seven halfpenny loaves fold for a penny: the three-hoop'd pot fhall have ten hoops; and I will make it felony to drink fmall beer: all the realm thall be in common, and in Cheapfide thall my palfry go to grafs. And, when I am king (as king I will be) All. God fave your majesty! Cade. I thank you, good people:-there fhall be no money; all fhall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers, and worthip me their lord. Dick. The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers. Cade. Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb thould be made parchment? that parchment, being fcribbled o'er, fhould undo a man? Some fay, the bee ftings: but I fay, 'tis the bee's wax; for I did but but feal once to a thing, and I was never my ow man fince. How now? who's there? Enter fome, bringing in the Clerk of Chatham. Smith. The clerk of Chatham: he can write and read, and cast accompt. Cade. O monstrous! Smith. We took him fetting of boys' copies. Smith. H'as a book in his pocket with red letter in't. Cade. Nay then he is a conjurer. Dick. Nay, he can make obligations, and writ court-hand. Cade. I am forry for't: the man is a proper mar on mine honour; unless I find him guilty, he fhal not die.Come hither, firrah, I must examine thee: What is thy name? Clerk. Emanuel. Dick. They use to write it on the top of letters; Twill go hard with you. Cade. Let me alone :-Doft thou ufe to write thy name? or haft thou a mark to thyfelf, like an honeft plain-dealing man? Clerk. Sir I thank God, I have been fo well brought up, that I can write my name. All. He hath confefs'd: away with him: he's a villain and a traitor. Cade. Away with him, I fay: hang him with his pen and inkhorn about his neck. [Exit one with the Clerk. Enter MICHAEL. Mich. Where's our general? Cade. |
