SCENE IX.

SECOND PART OF KING HENRY VI.

And show'd how well you love your prince and | And sends the poor well pleased from my gate. country:

Cade. Here's the lord of the soil come to seize me for a stray, for entering his fee-simple without leave. Ah! villain, thou wilt betray me, and get a thousand crowns of the king by carrying my head to him; but I'll make thee eat iron like an ostrich, and swallow my sword like a great pin, ere thou and I part.

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Iden. Why, rudecompanion, what soe'er thou be,
I know thee not; why then should I betray thee?
Is 't not enough to break into my garden,
And like a thief to come to rob my grounds,
Climbing my walls in spite of me the owner,
But thou wilt brave me with these saucy terms?

Continue still in this so good a mind,
And Henry, though he be infortunate,
Assure yourselves, will never be unkind:
And so, with thanks and pardon to you all,
I do dismiss you to your several countries.
All. God save the king! God save the king!
Enter a Messenger,

Mess. Please it your grace to be advertised
The Duke of York is newly come from Ireland,
And with a puissant and a mighty power
Of gallowglasses and stout kerns

Is marching hitherward in proud array ;
And still proclaimeth, as he comes along,
His arms are only to remove from thee
The Duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traitor.
K. Ilen. Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade
and York distress'd;

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Like to a ship that, having 'scap'd a tempest,
Is straightway calm'd, and boarded with a pirate.
But now is Cade driven back, his men dispers'd,
And now is York in arms to second him.
I pray thee, Buckingham, go and meet him,
And ask him what's the reason of these arms.
Tell him I'll send Duke Edmund to the Tower;
And. Somerset, we will commit thee thither,
Until his army be dismiss'd from him.
Som. My lord,

Cade. Brave thee! ay, by the best blood that
ever was broached, and beard thee too. Look
on me well: I have eat no meat these five days;
yet, come thou and thy five men, and if I do not
leave you all as dead as a door-nail, I pray God
I may never eat grass more.

Iden. Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while England
stands,

That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent,
Took odds to combat a poor famish'd man.
Oppose thy steadfast-gazing eyes to mine,
See if thou canst outface me with thy looks:
Set limb to limb, and thou art far the lesser; 50
Thy hand is but a finger to my fist;

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Thy leg a stick compared with this truncheon ;
My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast;
And if mine arm be heaved in the air
Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth.
As for words, whose greatness answers words,
Let this my sword report what speech forbears.

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
They fight. CADE falls.
beseech God on my knees thou mayest be turned
to hobnails.
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 hence-
forth a burying-place to all that do dwell in this
house, because the unconquered soul of Cade is
fled.

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Iden. Is 't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous traitor?

I'll yield myself to prison willingly,
Or unto death, to do my country good.

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.

K. Hen. Come, wife, let's in, and learn to
govern better;
For yet may England curse my wretched reign.
Flourish. Exeunt.

SCENE X.-Kent. IDEN's Garden,
Enter CADE.

Cade. Fie on ambition! fie on myself, that
have a sword, 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 laid for
me; but now am I so hungry, that if I might have
a lease of my life 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 served me instead of a quart.
pot to drink in; and now the word 'sailet
must serve me to feed on.

Enter IDEN.

Jelen. Lord! who would live turmoiled in the
court,

And may enjoy such quiet walks as these?
This small inheritance my father left me
Contenteth me, and worth a monarchy.
I seek not to wax great by others' waning,
Or gather wealth I care not with what envy :
Sufficeth that I have maintains my state,

And hang thee o'er my tomb when I am dead:
Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed,
Ne'er shall this blood be wiped from thy point,
To emblaze the honour that thy master got.
But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat,

Cade. Iden, farewell; and be proud of thy victory. Tell Kent from me, she hath lost her best man, and exhort all the world to be cowards; for I, that never feared any, am vanquished by famine, not by valour.

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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,
So wish I I might thrust thy soul to hell.
20 Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels
Unto a dunghill which shall be thy grave,
And there cut off thy most ungracious head;
Which I will bear in triumph to the king,
Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon. Exit.

York. In all submission and humility

York. From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right,

York doth present himself unto your highness. K. Hen. Then what intend these forces thou dost bring?

And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head: Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright,

York. To heave the traitor Somerset from
hence,

To entertain great England's lawful king.
Ah! sancta majestas, who would not buy thee And fight against that monstrous rebel, Cade,

Who since I heard to be discomfited.

dear?

Enter IDEN, with CADE's head.

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 sceptre balance it.
A sceptre shall it have, have I a soul,

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,

On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France. The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew.

K. Hen. The head of Cade! Great God, how
just art thou!

O! let me view his visage, being dead,
That living wrought me such exceeding trouble.
Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew
him?

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York. Would'st have me kneel? first let me
ask of these

If they can brook I bow a knee to man.
Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail:

Exit Attendant.
I know ere they will have me go to ward,
They'll pawn their souls for my enfranchisement.
Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come
amain,

To say if that the bastard boys of York
Shall be the surety for their traitor father.
Exit BUCKINGHAM.
York. O blood-besotted Neapolitan,
Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge!
The sons of York, thy betters in their birth,
Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those
That for my surety will refuse the boys!
Enter EDWARD and RICHARD, with Forces, at one
side; at the other, with Forces also, Old CLIF-
FORD and his Son.

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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 thee?

Nay, do not fright us with an angry look:
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?
K. Ilen. Ay, Clifford ; a bedlam and ambitious
humour

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And manacle the bear-ward in their chains,
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 cried:
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 heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves.

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K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot
to bow?

Old Salisbury, shame to thy silver hair,
Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son!
What! wilt thou on thy death-bed play the
ruffian,

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And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles?
O! where is faith? O! where is loyalty?
If it be banish'd from the frosty head,
Where shall it find a harbour in the earth?
Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,
And shame thine honourable age with blood?
Why art thou old and want'st experience?
Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it?
That bows unto the grave with mickle age.
For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me,

Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself
The title of this most renowned duke;
And in my conscience do repute his grace
The rightful heir to England's royal seat.

K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto
me?

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Makes him oppose himself against his king.
Clif. He is a traitor; let him to the Tower,
And chop away that factious pate of his.

Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey:
His sons, he says, shall give their words for him.
York. Will you not, sons?

Edw. Ay, noble father, if our words will serve.
Rich. And if words will not, then our weapons
shall.
Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we
here!

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York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so;
I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.
Call hither to the stake my two brave bears,
That with the very shaking of their chains
They may astonish these fell-lurking curs :
Bid Salisbury and Warwick come to me.

Drums.

Enter WARWICK and SALISBURY,
with Forces.

The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff,
This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,
As on a mountain top the cedar shows

Clif. Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,
to death,
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,
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Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father,
To quell the rebels and their complices.

Rich. Fie! charity! for shame! speak not in
spite,

For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night.
Y. Clif. Foul stigmatic, that's more than thou
canst tell.

Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister. K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself.

York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast,

I am resolv'd for death or dignity.

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,

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Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in Exeunt severally. hell.

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To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve
The silver livery of advised age,
And, in thy reverence and thy chair-days thus
To die in ruffian battle? Even at this sight
My heart is turn'd to stone: and while 'tis mine
It shall be stony. York not our old men spares;
No more will I their babes: tears virginal
Shall be to me even as the dew to fire;
And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims,
Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax.
Henceforth I will not have to do with pity:
Meet I an infant of the house of York,
Into as many gobbets will I cut it
As wild Medea young Absyrtus did:
In cruelty will I seek out my fame.
Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house:
Taking up the body.
As did Eneas old Anchises bear,
So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders;
But then Æneas bare a living load,
Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine. Exit.
Enter RICHARD and SOMERSET, fighting.
SOMERSET is killed.

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 afoot?
York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my
steed;

But match to match I have encounter'd him, 10
And made a prey for carrion kites and crows
Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well.

Enter CLIFFORD.

War. Of one or both of us the time is come. York. Hold, Warwick! seek thee out some other chase,

For I myself must hunt this deer to death.
War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou
fight'st.

As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,
It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd. Exit.
Clif. What seest thou in me, York? why dost
thou pause?

York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love,

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But that thou art so fast mine enemy.

Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and
esteem,

But that 'tis shown 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.
Clif. La fin couronne les œuvres.

They fight, and CLIFFORD falls and dies.
York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou

art still.

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Exit.

Enter Young CLIFFORD.

Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the

rout:

Rich. So, lie thou there;

For underneath an alehouse' paltry sign,
The Castle in Saint Alban's, Somerset
Hath made the wizard famous in his death.
Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still :
Priests pray
for enemies, but princes kill. Exit,
Alarums. Excursions. Enter King HENRY,
Queen MARGARET, and Others, retreating.

Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds Where it should guard. O war! thou son of hell,

Q. Mar. Away, my lord! you are slow: for
shame, away!

K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens good
Margaret, stay.

Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll nor
fight nor fly;

Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence,
To give the enemy way, and to secure us
By what we can, which can no more but fly.
Alarum afar of
If you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom
Of all our fortunes: but if we haply 'scape,
As well we may, if not through your neglect,
We shall to London get, where you are lov'd,
And where this breach now in our fortunes made
May readily be stopp'd.

Re-enter Young CLIFFORD.

Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mis
chief set,

I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly;
But fly you must: uncurable discomfit
Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts.
Away, for your relief! and we will live
To see their day and them our fortune give.
Excunt. so
Away, my lord, away!

Whom angry heavens do make their minister,
Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part
Hot coals of vengeance! Let no soldier fly:
He that is truly dedicate to war

Hath no self-love; nor he that loves himself
Hath not essentially, but by circumstance,
The name of valour. Seeing his father's body.
and colours.
O! let the vile world end,
And the premised flames of the last day
Knit earth and heaven together;
Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,
Particularities and petty sounds
To cease! Wast thou ordain'd, dear father,

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SCENE III.-Fields near Saint Alban's. Alarum. Retreat. Flourish; then enter YORK, RICHARD, WARWICK, and Soldiers, with dran

York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him?
That winter lion, who in rage forgets
Aged contusions and all brush of time.
And, like a gallant in the brow of youth,
Repairs him with occasion? This happy day