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Was never subject long'd to be a king, As I do long and wish to be a subject. Enter Buckingham and Clifford. Buck. Health, and glad tidings, to your majesty! [Cade, surpris'd? K. Hen. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor, Or is he but retir'd to make him strong? Enter, below, a great number of Cade's Followers, with halters about their necks.
Cliff. He's fled, my lord, and all his powers do yield;
And humbly thus, with halters on their necks,
To entertain my vows of thanks and praise !-
All. God save the king! God save the king!
Mess. Please it your grace to be advértised,
Is marching hitherward in proud array;
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. [exeunt.
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.
SCENE I. 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 lay'd for me; but now am I so hungry, that if I might have a lease of my life for a thousand years, I conld stay no longer. Wherefore, on a brick-wall have I alimbed into this garden; to see if I can eat grass,
Enter Iden, with Servants.
Iden. Lord, who would live turmoiled in the And may enjoy such quiet walks as these? [court, This small inheritance, my father left me, Contenteth me, and is 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 sends the poor well pleased from my gate.
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, for 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. [be,
Iden. Why, rude companion, whatsoe'er thou 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, 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 ander Iden, an esquire of Kent,
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. [strous traitor?
Iden. Is't Cade that I have slain, that monSword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed, And hang thee o'er my tomb, when I am dead:
Ne'er shall this blood be wiped from thy point;
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.
SCENE I. THE SAME. FIELDS BETWEEN DARTFORD AND BLACKHEATH.
The King's Camp on one side. On the other, enter York attended, with drum and colours; his Forces at some distance.
York. From Ireland thus comes York, to claim
And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head:
On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France.
Buck. A messenger, from Henry, our dread To know the reason of these arms in peace; [liege, Or why, thou-being a subject as I am,Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn, Should'st raise so great a power without his leave, Or dare to bring thy force so near the court. York. Scarce can I speak, my choler [flint, O, I could hew up rocks and fight with I am so angry, at these abject terms: And now, like Ajax Telamonius, On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury! I am far better born than is the king; More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts:
is so great.
But I must make fair weather yet awhile,
O Buckingham, I pr'ythee, pardon me,
Buck. That is too much presumption on thy
Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare thee!
And as I thrust thy body in with my sword,
York. Upon thine honour, is he prisoner. Buck. Upon mine honour, he is prisoner.
York. Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my
Soldiers, I thank you all: disperse yourselves;
Buck. York, I commend this kind submission.
K. Hen. Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us,
That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm?
York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence; And fight against that monstrous rebel, Cade, 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, The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew. K. Hen. The head of Cade?-Great God, how jest 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 Iden. I was, an't like your majesty. [him? 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. [amiss Buck. So please it you, my lord, twere not He were created knight for his good service K. Hen. Iden kneel down, [he kneels.] 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 ?—
York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so;
False king! why hast thou broken faith with me. They may astonish these fell lurking curs;
Cliff. Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears
And manacle the bearward in their chains,
Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse?
Rich. Oft have I seen a hot'o'erweening cur
Som. O monstrous traitor!— Iarrest thee, York,
If you oppose yourselves to match lord Warwick.
York. Would'st have me kneel? first let me
If they can brook I bow a knee to man.—
[exit an Attendant. I know, ere they will have me go to ward, They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchise[amain.
Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come To say, if that the bastard boys of York Shall be the surety for their traitor father. York. O blood-bespotted 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 Plantagenet, with Forces, at one side; at the other, with Forces also, Old Clifford and his Son. See, where they come; I'll warrant, they'll make it good. [bail. Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their Cliff. Health and 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:
Cliff. This is my king, York, I do not mistake;
Makes him oppose himself against his king.
Cliff. He is a traitor; let him to the Tower, And chop away that factious pate of his.
Q. Mur. 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.
K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow?
Old Salisbury,-shame to thy silver hair,
Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself
K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto
K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for
Sal. It is great sin, to swear unto a sin;
Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister.
Cliff. The first, I warrant thee, if dreams prove [again, War. You were best to go to bed, and dream To keep thee from the tempest of the field.
Cliff. 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,
The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff,
Cliff. And from thy burgouet I'll rend thy bear, And tread it under foot with all contempt, Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear.
Y. Cliff. And so to arms, victorious father, To quell the rebels, and their 'complices. [spite, Rich. Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night.
Y. Cliff. Foul stigmatic, that's more than thou [hell. Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in [exeunt severally.
SCENE II. ST. ALBAN'S. Alarums: excursions. Enter Warwick. War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear, [calls! 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,
War. Of one or both of us the time is come. York. Hold, Warwick, seek thou out some other chace,
For I myself must hunt this deer to death.
War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, [fight'st.It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd. [exit Warwick.
Cliff. What seest thou in me, York? Why dost thou pause? [love, York. With thy brave bearing should I be in But that thou art so fast mine enemy. [esteem, Cliff. Nor should thy prowess want praise and 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!
Cliff. My soul and body on the action both! York. A dreadful lay!-address thee instantly. [they fight, and Clifford falls. Cliff. La fin couronne les œuvres. [dics. York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still.
Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will! [exit. Enter Young Clifford.
Y. Cliff. Shame and confusion! all is on the Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds [rout; Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell, Whom angry heavens do make their minister, Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part
Hot coals of vengeance!-Let no soldier fly:
Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,
To cease!-Wast thou ordain'd, dear father,
And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus
As did Æneas old Anchises bear,
For, underneath an alehouse' paltry sign,
Q. Mar. Away, my lord! you are slow; for
Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence,
Enter Young Clifford.
Y. Cliff. But that my heart's on future mischief set,
I would speak blasphemy, ere bid you fly;
By the mass, so did we all.-I thank you, Richard:
God knows, how long it is I have to live ;
York. I know, our safety is to follow them
War. After them! nay, before them, if we can. Now, by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day: St. Albans' battle, won by famous York, oy and Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come.Sound, drums and trumpets;-and to London all: And more such days as these to us befall!