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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.
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
SCENE VIII.-The Sane. Southwark, Alarum. Enter CADE and all his Rabblement.
Cude. Up Fish-street! down Saint Magnus' Corner kill and knock down! throw them into A parley sounded, then a retreat. What noise is this I hear? Dare any be so bold to sound retreat or parley, when I command them kill?
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. Is Cade the son of Henry the Fifth, That thus you do exclaim you'll go with him? Will he conduct you through the heart of France, And make the meanest of you earls and dukes? Alas! he hath no home, no place to fly to; Nor knows he how to live but by the spoil, Unless by robbing of your friends and us. Were 't not a shame, that whilst you live at jur, The fearful French, whom you late vanquished, Should make a start o'er seas and vanquish you! Methinks already in this civil broil I see them lording it in London streets, Crying Villiago unto all they meet. Better ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman's
Clif. What say ye, countrymen? will ye relent And yield to mercy, whilst 'tis offer'd you, Or 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!
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.
Ent. Buck. What is he fled? go some, and follow him ;
And he that brings his head unto the king
SCENE IX.-Kenilworth Castle.
And could command no more content than I!
Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLifford. Buck. Health and glad tidings to your majesty! K. Hen. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade surpris'd?
Or is he but retir'd to make him strong?
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,
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.
Iden. Why, rudecompanion, what soe'er thou be,
Continue still in this so good a mind,
Mess. Please it your grace to be advertised
Is marching hitherward in proud array ;
Like to a ship that, having 'scap'd a tempest,
Cade. Brave thee! ay, by the best blood that
Iden. Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while England
That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent,
Thy leg a stick compared with this truncheon ;
Cade. By my valour, the most complete
Iden. Is 't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous traitor?
I'll yield myself to prison willingly,
K. Hen. In any case, be not too rough in terms,
K. Hen. Come, wife, let's in, and learn to
SCENE X.-Kent. IDEN's Garden,
Cade. Fie on ambition! fie on myself, that
Jelen. Lord! who would live turmoiled in the
And may enjoy such quiet walks as these?
And hang thee o'er my tomb when I am dead:
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.
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. 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
To entertain great England's lawful king.
Who since I heard to be discomfited.
Enter IDEN, with CADE's head.
Let them obey that know not how to rule;
Iden. If one so rude and of so mean condition
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
O! let me view his visage, being dead,
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?
O! I could hew up rocks and fight with flint,
On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury.
Buck. That is too much presumption on thy part:
But if thy arms be to no other end,
York. Upon thine honour, is he prisoner?
Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves:
Buck. York, I commend this kind submission: We twain will go into his highness' tent. Enter King HENRY, attended.
K. Ien. Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us,
That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm?
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.
Enter Queen MARGARET and SOMERSET.
Q. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his head,
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.
York. Would'st have me kneel? first let me
If they can brook I bow a knee to man.
To say if that the bastard boys of York
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
Nay, do not fright us with an angry look:
Clif. This is my king, York; I do not mistake;
And manacle the bear-ward in their chains,
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.
K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot
Old Salisbury, shame to thy silver hair,
And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles?
Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself
K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto
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.
York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so;
Enter WARWICK and SALISBURY,
The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff,
Clif. Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,
Rich. Fie! charity! for shame! speak not in
For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night.
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
War. You were best to go to bed and dream
To keep thee from the tempest of the field.
Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in Exeunt severally. hell.
To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve
SCENE II.- Saint Alban's.
Alarums. Excursions. Enter WARWICK. War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick
And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear,
How now, my noble lord! what! all afoot?
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.
As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,
York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love,
But that thou art so fast mine enemy.
Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and
But that 'tis shown ignobly and in treason,
Clif. My soul and body on the action both!
They fight, and CLIFFORD falls and dies.
Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will! 30
Enter Young CLIFFORD.
Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the
Rich. So, lie thou there;
For underneath an alehouse' paltry sign,
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
K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens good
Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll nor
Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence,
Re-enter Young CLIFFORD.
Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mis
I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly;
Whom angry heavens do make their minister,
Hath no self-love; nor he that loves himself
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?