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And therefore yet relent, and save my life. Cade. Away with him! and do as I command Exeunt some, with Lord SAY. The proudest peer in the realm shall not wear a head on his shoulders, unless he pay me tribute; there shall not a maid be married, but she shall pay to me her maidenhead, ere they have it. Men shall hold of me in capite; and we charge and command that their wives be as free as heart can wish or tongue can tell. 131
Dick. My lord, when shall we go to Cheapside and take up commodities upon our bills? Cade. Marry, presently.
All. O brave.
Re-enter Rebels, with the heads of Lord SAY and his Son-in-law.
Cade. But is not this braver? Let them kiss one another, for they loved well when they were alive. Now part them again, lest they consult about the giving up of some more towns in France. Soldiers, defer the spoil of the city until night; for with these borne before us, instead of maces, will we ride through the streets; and at every corner have them kiss. Away! Exeunt. 144
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 Unto the commons whom thou hast misled; And here pronounce free pardon to them all 10 That will forsake thee and go home in peace.
Clif. What say ye, countrymen? will ye relent And yield to mercy, whilst 'tis offer'd you, Or let a rabble lead you to your deaths? Who loves the king, and will embrace his pardon, Fling up his cap, and say 'God save his majesty! Who hateth him, and honours not his father, Henry the Fifth, that made all France to quake, Shake he his weapon at us, and pass by.
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,
I see them lording it in London streets,
To France, to France! and get what you have lost;
Spare England, for it is your native coast. Henry hath money, you are strong and manly; God on our side, doubt not of victory.
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 surprise me. My sword make way for me, for here is no staying. In despite of the devils and hell, have through the very midst of you! and heavens and honour be witness, that no want of resolution in me, bat only my followers' base and ignominious treasons, makes me betake me to my heels.
Buck. What is he fled? go some, and follow him;
And he that brings his head unto the king 7
SCENE IX.-Kenilworth Castle.
Sound trumpets. Enter King HENRY, Queen
And could command no more content than I!
Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD.
Enter a number of CADE's Followers, with
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,
To entertain my vows of thanks and praise! Soldiers, this day have you redeem'd your lives,
And show'd how well you love your prince and | And sends the poor well pleased from my gate.
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;
Like to a ship that, having 'scap'd a tempest,
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.
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,
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 sallet' must serve me to feed on.
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.
Iden. Why, rudecompanion, whatsoe'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? Cade. Brave thee! ay, by the best blood that ever was broached, and beard thee too. 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,
Thy leg a stick compared with this truncheon ;
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 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.
Iden. Is 't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous traitor?
Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed,
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.
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,
SCENE I.-Fields between Dartford and Blackheath. The King's camp on one side. On the other, enter YORK and his army of Irish, with drum and colours.
York. From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right,
And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head: Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright,
To entertain great England's lawful king.
York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence,
Ah! sancta majestas, who would not buy thee And fight against that monstrous rebel, Cade,
Let them obey that know not how to rule;
This hand was made to handle nought but gold:
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,
On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France. The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew.
Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me? The king hath sent him, sure: I must dissemble. Buck. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well.
York. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting.
Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure?
Buck. A messenger from Henry,our dread liege,
O! I could hew up rocks and fight with flint,
On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury.
But if thy arms be to no other end,
Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves:
K. Hen. The head of Cade! Great God, how just art thou!
O! let me view his visage, being dead,
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 knee's. Rise up a knight. We give thee for reward a thousand marks; 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 queen :
Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke.
But boldly stand and front him to his face.
York. How now! is Somerset at liberty? Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison'd thoughts And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart. Shall I endure the sight of Somerset ? False king! why hast thou broken faith with me, Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse? King did I call thee? no, thou art not king; Not fit to govern and rule multitudes, Which dar'st not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor. That head of thine doth not become a crown; Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff, And not to grace an awful princely sceptre. That gold must round engirt these brows of mine, Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear, Is able with the change to kill and cure. Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up, And with the same to act controlling laws. Give place: by heaven, thou shalt rule no more O'er him whom heaven created for thy ruler. Som. O monstrous traitor! I arrest thee, York. Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown. Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace.
I know ere they will have me go to ward,
To say if that the bastard boys of York
FORD 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
Nay, do not fright us with an angry look:
Makes him oppose himself against his king.
Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey:
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
York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so;
Drums. Enter WARWICK and SALISBURY,
Old Salisbury, shame to thy silver hair,
And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles?
Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself
Clif. Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm, to death,
And manacle the bear-ward in their chains, 149
Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur
If you oppose yourselves to match Lord Warwick. Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump,
As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!
Even to affright thee with the view thereof.
And tread it under foot with all contempt,
Rich. Fie! charity! for shame! speak not in
For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night
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
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,
But that thou art so fast mine enemy.
Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will! 30 Exit.
Enter Young CLIFFORD.
Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the rout:
Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds Where it should guard. O war! thou son of hell,
Whom angry heavens do make their minister,
To cease! Wast thou ordain'd, dear father,
And, in thy reverence and thy chair-days thus
As did Eneas old Anchises bear,
Rich. So, lie thou there;
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.
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
Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence,
If you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom
Re-enter Young CLIFFORD.
Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mis-
I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly;
SCENE III.-Fields near Saint Alban's. Alarum. Retreat. Flourish; then enter YORK, RICHARD, WARWICK, and Soldiers, with drun and colours.
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