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Soldiers, this day have you redeem'd your lives, drink in; and now the word fallet muft serve me And thew'd how well you love your prince and to feed on. country:

Enter Iden, wirb Servants. Continue still in this so good a mind,

Iden. Lord, who would live turmoiled in the And Henry, though he be infortunate,

5 And may enjoy such quiet walks as these? [court, Assure yourselves, will never be unkind:

This small inheritance, my father left me, And so, with thanks, and pardon to you all, Contenteth me, and 's worth a monarchy. I do dismiss you to your several countries.

I seek not to wax great by others' waining; All. God save the king! God save the king! Or gather wealth, I care not with what envy; Enter a Meffinger.

10 Sutficeth, that I have maintains my state, Mes. Please it your grace to be advertised, And sends the poor well pleased from my gate. The duke of York is newly come from Ireland : Cade. Here's the lord of the soil come to seize And with a puissant and a mighty power, me for a stray, for entering his fee-fimple without Of Gallow-glafles, and stout Kernes',

leave. Ah, villain, thou wilt betray me, and get a Is marching hitherward in proud array; 15 thousand crowns of the king for carrying my head And still proclaimeth, as he comes along,

to him; but I'll make thee eat iron like an ofHis arms are only to remove from thee

tridge, and swallow my sword like a great pin, ere The duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traitor.

thou and I part. K. Henry. Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and Iden. Why, rude companion, whatsoe'er thou be, York distress'd;

20 I know thee not; Why then should I betray thee? Like to a Mip, that, having 'scap'd a tempest, Is't not enough, to break into my garden, Is straightway calm’d, and boarded with a pirate : And, like a thief, to come to rob my grounds, But now is Cade driven back, his men dispers'd; Climbing my walls in spight of me the owner, And now is York in arms, to second him.

But thou wilt brave me with these faucy terms ? I pray thee, Buckingham, go and meet him;

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Cade. Brave thee? ay, by the best blood that And ask him, what's the reason of these arms. ever was brcach'd, and beard thee too. Look on Tell him, I'll send duke Edmund to the Tower :- me well: I have eat no meat these five days; yet, And, Someriet, we will commit thee thither, come thou and thy five men, and if I do not leave Until his army be dismiss d from him.

you all as dead as a door nail, I pray God, I may Som. My lord,

30 never eat grass more. I'll yield myself to prison willingly,

Iden. Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while England Or unto death, to do my country good.

stands, K. Hen. In any case be not too rough in terms; That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent, For he is fierce, and cannot brook hard language. Took odds to combat a poor faminid man.

Buck. I will, my lord; and doubt not so to deal, 35 Oppose thy stedfast-gazing eyes to mine, As all things shall redound unto your good. See if thou canst out-face me with thy looks. K. Henry. Come, wife, let's in, and learn to Set limb to limb, and thou art far the lefser : govern better;

Thy hand is but a finger to my fift; For yet may England curse my wretched reign. Thy leg a stick, compared with this truncheon;

[Exeunt. 40 My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast; SCENE X

And if mine arm be heaved in the air,

Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth.
A Garden in Kent.

As for more words, whose greatness answers words,
Enter Jack Cade.

Let this my sword report what speech forbears 3. Cade. Fie on ambition! fie on myself; that 45 Cade. By my valour, the most complete chamhave a sword, and yet am ready to familh ! These pion that ever I heard.Steel, if thou turn the five days have I hid me in these woods; and durft edge, or cut not out the burly-bon'd clown in chines not peep out, for all the country is lay'd for me ; of beef ere thou Neep in thy sheath, I beseech Jove but now am I so hungry, that if I might have a on my knees, thou may'st be turn'd to habnails. lease of my life for a thousand years, I could stay 50

(Here tbey figbr. no longer. Wherefore, on a brick-wall have 1 o, I am Nain! famine, and no other, hath Main climb'd into this garden; to see if I can eat grass, me: let teri thousand devils come against me, and or pick a fallet another while, which is not amirs give me but the ten meals I have lost, and I'd defy to cool a man's stomach this hot weather. And, 1 them all. Wither, garden ; and be henceforth a think, this word fallet was born to do me good : 55burying-place to all that do dwell in this house, befor, many a time, but for a fallet 2, my brain-pan cause the unconquer'd soul of Cade is fied. had been cleft with a brown bill; and, many a Iden. Is't Cade that I have Nain, that monstrous time, when I have been dry, and bravely march

traitor? ing, it bath ferv'd me instead of a quart-pot tol Isword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed,

! Gallowglaffes and Kernes were two orders of foot foldiers among the Irish. A failet, by eori uption from galeta, a helmet (says Skinner), quia galeæ cælatæ fuerunt. 3 That is, As for mort wirds, whose pomp may answer words, and only words, I fall forbcar them, and refer sbe reff to my fuerde

And And hang thee o'cr my tomb, when I am Iden. How much thou wrong'it me, heaven be dead 1 :

my judge. Ne'er shall this blood be wiped from thy point; Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare thee! But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat,

And as I thrust thy body in with my sword, To emblaze the honour that thy master got. 5 So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell.

Cade. Iden, farewel; and be proud of thy vic- Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels tory: Tell Kent from me, she hath lost her best Unto a dunghill, which Ihall be thy grave, man, and exhort all the world to be cowards; for And there cut off thy most ungracious head; I, that never fear'd any, am vanquish'a by famine, Which I will bear in triumph to the king, not by valour.

[Dies. 10 Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon. (Exit.

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SCENE I.

Seditious to his grace, and to the state.
Fields near Saint Albans.

Buck. That is too much presumption on thy part:

But if thy arms be to no other end, Enter York, attended, with drum and colours.

20 The king hath yielded unto thy demand ; York, at a distance from bis followers.

The duke of Somerset is in the Tower. "ROM Ireland thus comes York, to claim his York. Upon thine honour, is he prisoner? right,

Buck. Upon mine honour, he is prisoner. And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head: York. Then, Buckingham, I do disiniss my Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright, 25 powers. To entertain great England's lawful king. Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves ; Ah, fanéta majeftas! who would not buy thee dear? Meet me to-morrow in Saint George's field, Let them obey, that know not how to rule ; You shall have pay, and every thing you with. This hand was made to handle nought but gold: And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry, I cannot give due action to my words, 130 Command my eldest song-nay, all my sons, Except a sword, or scepter, balance it 2,

As pledges of my fealty and love, A scepter shall it have, have I a foul :

I'll send them all as willing as I live ; On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France. Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have Enter Buckingbam.

Is his to use, so Somerset may die. Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me? 35

Buck. York, I commend this kind submission : The king hath sent him, sure : I must diffemble. We twain will go into his highness' tent. Buck. York, if thou meaneft well, I greet thee

Enter King Henry, ard Attendants. well,

[greeting K. Henry. Buckingham, doth York intend no York, Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy

harm to us, Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure ? 140 That thus he marcheth with theç arm in arm?

Buck. A messenger from Henry, our dread liege, York. In all submission and humility,
To know the reason of these arms in peace ; York doth present himself unto your highness.
Or why, thou-being a subject as I am

K. Henry. Then what intend these forces thou Against thy oath and true allegiance (worn,

doft bring? Should'ft raise so great a power without his leave, 45 York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence; Or dare to bring thy force so near the court. And fight against that monstrous rebel, Cade,

York. Scarce can 'I speak, my choler is so great. Whom fince I hear to be discomfited. Oh, I could hew up rocks, and fight with fint,

Enter Iden, wirb Cade's bead, I am so angry at these abject terms ;

Iden. If one so rude, and of fo mean condition, And now, like Ajax Telamonius,

5.May pass into the presence of a king, On theep and oxen could I spend my fury ! Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head, I am far better born than is the king ;

The head of Cade, whom I in combat New. More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts : K. Henry. The head of Cade?

-Great God, But I must make fair weather yet a while,

how just art thou !'Till Henry be more weak, and I more strong.– 1550, let me view his visage being dead, O Buckingham, I proythee pardon me,

That living wrought me fuch exceeding trouble. That I have given no answer all this while ; Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that new him? My mind was troubled with deep melancholy. Iden. I was, an't like your majesty. [degree? The cause why I have brought this army hither, K. Henry. How art thou callid ? and what is thy Isto remove proud Somerset from the king, 160) Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name ;

? I will make a votive offering of thee, and for that purpose hang thee over the tomb in which I purpose to have my body laid, when I am dead. 2 That is, balance my hand.

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A poor pons shall.

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A poor esquire of Kent, that loves the king.

York. We thank thee, Clifford : Say, what Buck. So please it you, my lord, 'twere not amiss

news with thee? He were created knight for his good service. Nay, do not fright us with an angry look : K. Henry. Iden, kneel down ; [be kncels] Rise We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again; up a knight.

sFor thy mistaking so, we pardon thce. We give thee for reward a thousand marks;

Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mistake; And will, that thou henceforth attend on us. But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do: Iden. May iden live to merit such a bounty,

To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad? And never live but true unto his liege !

K. Henry. Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious K. Henry. See, Buckingham! Somerset comes 10

humour with the queen ;

Makes him oppose himself against his king. Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. Clif. He is a traitor ; let him to the Tower,

Enter Queen Margaret, and Somerset. And crop away that factious pate of his. Q. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide Q: Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey; his head,

15 His sons, he says, shall give their words for him. But boldly stand, and front him to his face.

York. Will you not, rons ?

[ferve. York. How now! is Somerset at liberty?

E. Plan. Ay, noble father, if our words will Then, York, unloose thy long imprison'd thoughts,

R. Plan. And if words will not, then our weaAnd let thy tongue be equal with thy heart. · Shall I endure the fight of Somerset ?

Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we here! Falle king! why haft thou broken faith with me, York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so; Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse ?

I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor. King did I call thee? no, thou art not king;

Call hither to the stake my two brave bears', Not fit to govern and rule multitudes,

That, with the very shaking of their chains, Which darst not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor. 25 They may astonish these fell lurking curs : That head of thine doth not become a crown ;

Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me. Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff,

Drums. Enter the Earls of Warwick and Salisbury. And not to grace an awful princely scepter.

Clif. Are these thy bears ? we'll bait thy bears That gold must round engirt these brows of mine;

to death, Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spearg 30 And manacle the bear-ward in their chains, Is able with the change to kill and cure.

If thou dar'ft bring them to the baiting-place. Here is a hand to hold a scepter up,

R. Plan. Oft have I seen 2 a hot o'er-weening cur And with the same to act controlling laws.

Run back and bite, because he was withheld; Give place; by heaven, thou shalt rule no more Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw, O'er him, whom heaven created for thy ruler. 35 Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs, and cry'd ; Som. O monstrous traitor ! -I arrest thee, York,

And such a piece of fervice will you do, Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown:

If you oppose yourselves to match lord Warwick. Obey, audacious trai'or; kneel for grace.

Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump, Yurk. Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail.

As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!

[Exit an Attendant. 40 York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon. Wouldst have me kneel? first let me ask of these, Clif. Take heed, left by your heat you burn If they can brook I bow a knee to man.

yourselves.

[to bow! I know, ere they will let me go to ward,

K. Henry. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgos They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement. Old Salisbury, -hame to thy silver hair, Q: Mar. Cali hither Clifford; bid him come 45 Thou mad mis-leader of thy brain-fick son! amain,

What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffiang To say, if that the bastard boys of York

And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles ! Shall be the surety for their traitor father,

Oh, where is faith? oh, where is loyalty? Yerk. O blood-bespotted Neapolitan,

Ir it be banith'd from the frosty head,
Out-cast of Naples, England's bloody scourge! 50 Where shall it find a harbour in the earth?
The sons of York, thy betters in their birth, Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,
Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those And shame thine honourable age with blood ?
That for my surety will refuse the boys.

Why art thou old, and want'st experience ?
Enter Edward and Ricbard.

Or wherefore doft abuse it, if thou hast it?
See, where they come; l'U warrant, they'll make 55 For Thame ! in duty bend thy knee to me,

That bows unto the grave with mickle age. it good.

Sal. My lord, I have confider'd with myself Enter Clifford.

The title of this most renowned duke ; Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny And in my conscience do repute his grace their bail.

60 The rightful heir to England's royal seat. Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the K.Henry. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me? king!

[Kneels. Sale I have.

· The Nevils, carls of Warwick, bad a bear and ragged Baff for their cognizance. was anciently a royal sport.

Bear-baiting

K. Henr.

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K. Henry. Canst thou dispense with heaven for

Enter Clifford. such an oath ?

War. Of one or both of us the time is come. Sal. It is great lin, to swear unto a fin;

Yurk. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other But greater fin, to keep a finful oath.

chace, Who can be bound by any folemn vow

5 For I myself must hunt this deer to death. To do a murderous deed, to rob a man,

War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crowa To force a spotless virgin's chastity,

thou fight'ft. To reave the orphan of his patrimony,

As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, To wring the widow from her custom'd right; It grieves my soul to leave thee unaffail'd. And have no other reason for this wrong,

[Exit Warwick. But that he was bound by a solemn oath?

Clif. What seest thou in me, York? why doft 2. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no fophifter.

thou pause? K. Henry. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love, himself.

[haft,

But that thou art so faft mine enemy. [esteem, York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou 15 Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and I am resolv'd for death, or dignity.

But that 'tis Mewn ignobly, and in treason. Old Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreams Yurk. So let it help me now against thy sword, prove true.

As I in justice and true right express it! War. You were best go to bed, and dream again, Clif. My soul and body on the action both ! To keep thee from the tempest of the field.

York. A dreadful lay 3!-address 4 thee instantly. Old Clif. I am refolv'd to bear a greater storm,

[Fight, and Clifford falls. Than any thou canst conjure up to-day :

Clif. La fin couronne les æuvres.

(Dies. And that I'll write upon thy burgonet',

York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou Might I but know thee by thy house's badge.

art still. War. Now by my father's badge, old Nevil's 25 Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will ! crest,

[Exit. The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff,

Enter young Clifford. This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,

r. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the rout; (As on a mountain top the cedar shews,

Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds
That keeps his leaves in spight of any storm) 30 Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell,
Even to affright thee with the view thereof. Whom angry heavens do make their minister,

Old Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part
And tread it under foot with all contempt, Hot coals of vengeance !--Let no soldier fly:
Despight the bear-ward that protects the bear. He that is truly dedicate to war,

7. Chf. And so to arms, vi&orious noble father, 35] Hath no self-love; nor he, that loves himself,
To quell these traitors and their 'complices. Hath not essentially, but by circumstance,
R. Plan. Fie ! charity, for Thame! speak not The name of valour.-O let the vile world end,
in spight,

[Seeing bis dead faiber. For you hall sup with Jefu Cbrift to-night. And the premised s flames of the last day r. Clif. Foul ftigmatic , that's more than thou 40 Knit earth and heaven together! canft tell.

Now let the general trumpet blow his blast, R. Plan. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in Particularities and petty sounds hell.

[Exeunt foverally. To cease! Waft thou ordain'd, dear father,

To lose thy youth in peace, and to atchieve ? S CE N E II.

45 The filver livery of advised age; The Field of Battle at Saint Albans.

And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus Enter Warwick.

To die in ruffian battle? --Even at this light, War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls ! My heart is turn’d to stone: and, while 'tis mine, And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear, It Mall be stony. York not our old men spares; Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarm, 50 No more will I their babes: tears virginal And dead men's cries do fill the empty air, Shall be to me even as the dew to fire; Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me! And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims, Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland, Shall to my fiaming wrath be oil and fax. Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms. Henceforth, I will not have to do with pity: Enter York.

55 Meet I an infant of the house of York, How now, my noble lord? what, all a-foot ? Into as many gobbets will I cut it,

York. The deadly-handed Clifford New my steed; As wild Medea young Abfyrtus did :
But match to match I have encounter'd him, In cruelty will I seek out my fame.
And made a prey for carrion kites and crows Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house:
Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well. 160

[Taking up tbe badys Ti.e. thy belmet.

2 A frigmatic is one on whom nature has set a mark of deformity. 3.i. e. a 4 i. e. prepare.

5 Premised, for fent before their time. The sense is, let the fames reserved for the last day be sent now. 6 l. e, to stops 7 i. e. to obtain.

dreadful wager.

Priests pray

As did Æneas old Anchises bear,

SCENE III. So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders;

Alarum.' Retreat. Enter York, Richard Planta. But then Æneas bare a living load, Nothing so heavy as these woes of inine. [Exit.

genet, Warwick, and Soldiers, wirb Drum and

Colours.

5 Enter Richard Plantagenes and Somerset, to fighi. York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him; R. Plan. So, lie thou there ;

That winter lion, who, in rage, forgets

(Somerset is killed. Aged contusions and all brush 2 of time; For, underneath an ale-house' paltry ligi, And, like a gallant in the brow of youth 3, The Castle in Saint Albans, Somerset

10 Repairs him with occasion ? this happy day
Hath made the wizard famous in his death 1.- is not itself, nor have we won one foot,
Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still: If Salisbury be loft.
for enemies, but princes kill. [Exit. R. Plan. My noble father,

Three times to-day I holp him to his horse,
Fight. Excurfions. Enter King Henry, and Queen
Margaret, and others.

15 Three times beftrid him 4; thrice I led him off,

Persuaded him from any further act : 2. Mar. Away, my lord, you are now; for

But still, where danger was, still there I met him ; fhame, away!

And like rich hangings in a homely house,
K. Henry. Can we out-run the heavens? good

So was his will his old feeble body.
Margaret, stay.

20 But, noble as he is, look where he comes. 2. Mar. What are you made of? you'll nor

Enter Salisbury. fight, nor flyi

Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence,

to-day ; To give the enemy way; and to secure us

By the mass, so did we all. I thank you, Richard : By what we can, which can no more but fly.

25 God knows, how long it is I have to live; [Alarum afar off

And it hath pleas'd him, that three times to-day If you be ta’en, we then Thould see the bottom

You have defended me from imminent death. of all our fortunes: but if we haply 'scape,

Well, lords, we have not got that which we have ; (As well we may, if not through your neglect)

l'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled, We shall to London get; where you are lov'd;

30 Being oppofites to such repairing nature. And where this breach, now in our fortunes made,

York. I know our safety is to follow them; May readily be stoppid.

For, as I hear, the king is filed to London,
Enter young Clifford.

To call a present court of parliament.
Clif. But that my heart's on future mischief set, Let us pursue him, ere the writs go forth:
I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly; 35 What says lord Warwick, shall we after them?
But fly you must; uncurable discomfit

War. After them! nay, before them, if we can. Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts. Now by my hand, lords, 'twas a glorious day: Away, for your relief! and we will live

Saint Alban's battle, won by famous York, To see their day, and them our fortune give : Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come.Away, my lord, away!

40 Sound, drums and trumpets; and to London all:

[Exeunid And more fuch days as these to us befall! [Exeunt. * The death of Somerset here accomplishes that equivocal predi&tion given by Jourdain, the witch, concerning this duke ; which we met with at the close of the First A& of this Play. 2 i. e. all wear or ravage. 3 The brow of youtb means the height or fummit of youth. A i. e. three times ] faw him fallen, and, Atriding over him, defended him till he recovered.

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