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Cap. Be not so rash: take ransom; let him live.
Suf. Look on my George: I am a gentleman : Rate me at what thou wilt, thou shalt be paid. Whit. And so am I: my name is Walter
Whitmore. How now! why start'st thou? what, doth death
affright? Suf. Thy name affrights me, in whose sound
is death. A cunning man did calculate my birth, And told me that by Water I should die. Yet let not this make thee be bloody-minded : Thy name is Gaultier, being rightly sounded.
Whit. Gaultieror Walter, which it is I care not: Ne'er yet did base dishonour blur our name, But with our sword we wiped away the blot. Therefore when, merchant-like, I sell revenge, Broke be my sword, my arms torn and defaced, And I proclaimed a coward through the world!
[Lays hold on SUFFOLK. 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 disguised, 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, Must not be shed by such a jaded groom. Hast thou not kissed thy hand and held my stirrup: Bareheaded plodded by my foot-cloth mule, And thought thee happy when I shook my head? How often hast thou waited at my cup, Fed from my trencher, kneeled down at the board, When I have feasted with Queen Margaret? Remember it, and let it make thee crestfallen : Ay, and allay this thy abortive pride. How in our voiding lobby hast thou stood, And duly waited for my coming forth? This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalf, And therefore shall it charm thy riotous tongue. Whit. Speak, captain, shall I stab the forlorn
swain ? Cap. First let my words stab him, as he hath
Ay, kennel, puddle, sink! whose filth and dirt
the ground; And thou, that smil'dst at good Duke Humphrey's
death, Against the senseless winds shalt grin in vain, Who in contempt shall hiss at thee again : And wedded be thou to the hags of hell, For daring to affy a mighty lord Unto the daughter of a worthless king, Having neither subject, wealth, nor diadem. By devilish policy art thou grown great, And, like ambitious Sylla, overgorged With gobbets of thy mother's bleeding heart. By thee Anjou and Maine were sold to France: The false revolting Normans thorough thee Disdain to call us lord : and Picardy Hath slain their governors, surprised our forts, And sent the ragged soldiers wounded home. The princely Warwick and the Nevils all, Whose dreadful swords were never drawn in vain, As hating thee, are rising up in arms: And now the house of York, thrust from the crown By shameful murder of a guiltless king And lofty proud encroaching tyranny, Burns with revenging fire; whose hopeful colours Advance our half-faced sun, striving to shine; Under the which is writ “ Invitis nubibus." The commons here in Kent are up in arms: And, to conclude, reproach and beggary Is crept into the palace of our King : And all by thee.-Away! convey him hence.
Suf. O that I were a god, to shoot forth thunder Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges ! Small things make base men proud: this villain
here. Being captain of a pinnace, threatens more Than Bargulus, the strong Illyrian pirate. Drones suck not eagles' blood, but rob beehives. It is impossible that I should die By such a lowly vassal as thyself: Thy words move rage and not remorse in me. I go
of message from the Queen to France: I charge thee waft me safely cross the channel.
death. Suf. “ Penè gelidus timor occupat artus:"
't is thee I fear. Whit. Thou shalt have cause to fear before I
leave thee. What are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop? 1st Gent. My gracious lord, entreat him, speak
Geo. Thou hast hit it: fl 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;
Geo. Then is sin struck down like an ox, and iniquity's throat cut like a calf's.
John. And Smith the weaver ;-
spun. John. Come, come, let's fall in with them.
Suf. Suffolk's imperial tongue is stern and rough, Used to command, untaught to plead for favour. Far be it we should honour such as these With humble suit: no, rather let head Stoop to the block than these knees bow to any, Save to the God of heaven and to my King; And sooner dance upon a bloody pole Than stand uncovered to the vulgar groom. True nobility is exempt from fear :More can I bear than you dare execute.
Cap. Hale him away, and let him talk no more. Suf. Come, soldiers, shew what cruelty ye can, That this my death may never be forgot! Great men oft die by vile Bezonians : A Roman sworder and banditto slave Murdered sweet Tully; Brutus' bastard hand Stabbed Julius Cæsar; savage islanders, Pompey the great: and Suffolk dies by pirates.
[Exit SUFFOLK, with WHITMORE and others. Cap. And as for these whose ransom we have set, It is our pleasure one of them depart :Therefore come you with us, and let him go.
[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.
1st Gent. O barbarous and bloody spectacle! 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, with the body.
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. He was an honest man and a good bricklayer.
[ Aside. Cade. My mother a Plantagenet, — Dick. I knew her well, she was a midwife.
[ 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.
[Aside. Cade. I am able to endure much.
Dick. No question of that; for I have seen him whipped three market days together.
[Aside. Cade. I fear neither sword nor fire.
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 halfpenny loaves sold for a penny; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops; and I will make it felony to drink small
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 't is threadbare. Well I say it was never merry world in England since gentlemen came up.
Geo. O miserable age! Virtue is not regarded in handicraftsmen. John. The nobility think scorn to
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.
beer: all the realm shall be in common, and in Enter some, bringing in the Clerk of CHATHAM. Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass. And Smith. The Clerk of Chatham: he can write when I am king (as king I will be), –
and read, and cast accompt. All. God save your majesty !
Cade. O monstrous ! Cade. I thank you, good people :- there shall Smith. We took him setting of boys' copies. be no money; all shall eat and drink on my Cade. Here's a villain ! score: and I will apparel them all in one livery, Smith. H'as a book in his pocket with red that they may agree like brothers, and worship letters in 't. me their lord.
Cade. Nay, then he is a conjuror. Dick. The first thing we do, let's kill all the Dick. Nay, he can make obligations and write lawyers.
court-hand. Cade. Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a Cade. I am sorry for't: the man is a proper lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent man, on mine honour: unless I find him guilty lamb should be made parchment: that parch- he shall not die.—Come hither, sirrah, I must ment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man? examine thee: what is thy name? Some say the bee stings: but I say 't is the Clerk. Emmanuel. bee's wax; for I did but seal once to a thing, Dick. They use to write it on the top of letters: and I was never mine own man since. How _"T will go hard with you. now: who's there?
Cade. Let me alone :-Dost thou use to write
thy name? or hast thou a mark to thyself, like Smith. Sir, he made a chimney in my father's an honest plain-dealing man?
house, and the bricks are alive at this day to Clerk. Sir, I thank God I have been so well testify it: therefore deny it not. brought up that I can write my name.
Staf. And will you credit this drudge's All. He hath confessed: away with him; he's
words, a villain and a traitor.
That speaks he knows not what ? Cade. Away with him, I say: hang him with All. Ay, marry will we: therefore get ye gone. his pen and inkhorn about his neck.
W. Staf. Jack Cade, the Duke of York hatb [Exeunt some with the Clerk.
taught you this.
Cade. He lies, for I invented it myself. [Aside.? Enter Michael.
-Go to, sirrah : Tell the King from me, that, Mich. Where's our general ?
for his father's sake, Henry the fifth (in whose Cade. Here I am, thou particular fellow. time boys went to span-counter for French
Mich. Fly, fly, fly! Sir Humphrey Stafford crowns), I am content he shall reign: but I'll and his brother are hard by, with the king's be protector over him. forces.
Dick. And furthermore, we 'll have the Lord Cade. Stand, villain, stand, or I'll fell thee Say's head, for selling the dukedom of Maine. down. He shall be encountered with a man as Cade. And good reason; for thereby is England good as himself : he is but a knight, is 'a ? maimed, and fain to go with a staff, but that my Mich. No.
puissance holds it up. Fellow kings, I tell you Cade. To equal him, I will make myself a that that Lord Say hath gelded the commonwealth knight presently :-Rise up, Sir John Mortimer. and made it an eunuch: and more than that, he Now have at him.
can speak French; and therefore he is a traitor.
Staf. O gross and miserable ignorance ! Enter Sir HUMPHREY STAFFORD, and William
Cade. Nay, answer if you can :— The Frenchhis brother, with drum and Forces.
men are our enemies: go to, then, I ask but this: Staff. Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Can he that speaks with the tongue of an enemy Kent,
be a good counsellor or no? Marked for the gallows, lay your weapons down, All. No, no; and therefore we 'll have his head. Home to your cottages, forsake this groom : W. Staf. Well, seeing gentle words will not The King is merciful, if you revolt.
prevail, W. Staf. But angry, wrathful, and inclined to Assail them with an army of the King. blood,
Staf. Herald, away: and, throughout every town, If you go forward : therefore yield, or die. Proclaim them traitors that are up with Cade;
Cade.As for these silken-coated slaves, I pass not: That those which fly before the battle ends It is to you, good people, that I speak,
May, even in their wives' and children's sight, O'er whom in time to come I hope to reign : Be hanged up for example at their doors :For I am rightful heir unto the crown.
And you that be the King's friends, follow me. Staf. Villain, thy father was a plasterer;
[Exeunt the two STAFFORDS and Forces. And thou thyself a shearman, art thou not? Cade. And you that love the commons, follow me. Cade. And Adam was a gardener.
Now shew yourselves men; 't is for liberty. W. Staf. And what of that?
We will not leave one lord, one gentleman: Cade. Marry, this :-Edmund Mortimer, Earl Spare none but such as go in clouted shoon; of March,
For they are thrifty honest men, and such Married the Duke of Clarence' daughter: did he As would (but that they dare not) take our parts. not?
Dick.They are all in order, and march toward us. W. Staf. Ay, sir.
Cade. But then are we in order when we are Cade. By her he had two children at one birth. most out of order. Come, march forward. (Exerint. W. Staf. That's false.
Cade. Ay, there's the question : but I say 't is true. The elder of them, being put to nurse,
Scene III.- Another part of Blackheath. Was by a beggar-woman stolen away; And, ignorant of his birth and parentage,
Alarums. The two parties enter and fight, and both Became a bricklayer when he came to age.
the STAFFORDS are slain. His son am I : deny it if you can.
Cade. Where's Dick, the butcher of Ashford ? Dick. Nay, 't is too true : therefore he shall be Dick. Here, sir. king.
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.
Dick. I desire no more.
Cade. And, to speak truth, thou deservest no less. This monument of the victory will I bear: and the bodies shall be dragged at my horse' heels till I do come to London, where we will have the mayor's sword borne before us.
Dick. If we mean to thrive and do good, break open the gaols and let out the prisoners.
Cade. Fear not that; I warrant thee. Come, let's march towards London.
SCENE IV.-London. A Room in the Palace.
Enter King Henry, reading a supplication ;
the DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM and LORD Sar
Buck. What answer makes your grace to the rebels' supplication ?
K. Hen. I 'll send some holy bishop to entreat: For God forbid so many simple souls Should perish by the sword! And I myself, Rather than bloody war should cut them short, Will parley with Jack Cade their general.But stay, I'll read it over once again. Q. Mar. Ah, barbarous villains ! hath this
lovely face Ruled like a wandering planet over me · And could it not enforce them to relent That were unworthy to behold the same? K. Hen. Lord Say, Jack Cade hath sworn to
have thy head. Say. Ay, but I hope your highness shall have his.
K. Hen. How now, madam ? Still lamenting and mourning for Suffolk's death? I fear, my love, if that I had been dead, Thou wouldst not have mourned so much for me. Q. Mar. No, my love ; I should not mourn,
but die for thee.
Jack Cade proclaims himself Lord Mortimer,
what they do.
alive, These Kentish rebels would be soon appeased.
K. Hen. Lord Say, the traitors hate thee; Therefore
with us to Kenilworth.
Enter another Messenger. 2nd Mess. Jack Cade hath gotten London
bridge: The citizens fly and forsake their houses. The rascal people, thirsting after prey, Join with the traitor; and they jointly swear To spoil the city and your royal court. Buck. Then linger not, my lord: away, take
horse. K. Hen. Come, Margaret: God, our hope,
will succour us. Q. Mar. My hope is gone now Suffolk is de
ceased. K. Hen. Farewell, my lord (to LORD SAY):
trust not the Kentish rebels. Buck. Trust nobody, for fear you be betrayed.
Say. The trust I have is in mine innocence ; And therefore am I bold and resolute. (Exeunt.
Enter a Messenger. K. Hen. How now: what news? why com’st
thou in such haste ? ess. The rebels are in Southwark: fly, my lord!