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Was never subject long'd to be a king,
or pick a sallet another while, which is not amiss As I do long and wish to be a subject.
to cool a man's stomach this hot weather. And, Enter Buckingham and Clifford.
I think, this word sallet was born to do me good : Buck. Health, and glad tidings, to your for, many a time, but for a sallet, my brain-pan majesty!
(Cade, surpris'd ? had been cleft with a brown bill; and, many a K. Hen. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor, time, when I have been dry, and bravely marchOr is he but retir'd to make him strong?
ing, it bath served me instead of a quart-pot to Enter, below, a great number of Cade's Followers, drink in; and now the word sallet must serve me with halters about their necks.
to feed on. Cliff. He's fed, my lord, and all his powers
with Servants. do yield ;
Iden. Lord, who would live turmoiled in the And humbly tbus, with halters on their necks, And may enjoy such quiet walks as these ? [court, Expect your higbpess' doom, of life or death. This small inheritance, my father left me, K. Hen. Then, heaven, set ope thy everlasting Contenteth me, and is worth a monarchy. gates,
I seek not to wax great by others' waning; To entertain my vows of thanks and praise !—' Or gather wealth, I care not with what envy; Soldiers, this day have you redeem'd your lives, Sufficeth, that I have maintains my state, Add sbow'd how well you love your prince and And sends the poor well pleased from my gate. Continue still in this so good'a mind, [country: Cade. Here's the lord of the soil come to seize And Henry, though he be unfortunate,
me for a stray, for entering his fee-simple withAssure yourselves, will never be unkind :
out leave. Ah, villain, thou wilt betray me, and And so, with thanks, and pardon to you all, get a thousand crowns of the king, for carrying I do dismiss you to your several countries. my head to him; but I'll make thee eat iron like Al. God save the king! God save the king ! an ostrich, and swallow my sword like a great Enter a Messenger. pin, ere thou and I part.
[be, Mess. Please it your grace to be advertised, Iden. Why, rude companion, whatsoe'er thou The duke of York is newly come from Ireland : I know thee not; why then should I betray thee? And with a puissant and a mighty power, Is't not enough, to break into my garden, Of gallowglasses, and stout Kernes,
And, like a thief, to come to rob my grounds, 18 marching hitherward in proud array ;
Climbing my walls in spite of me the owner, And still proclaimeth, as he comes along,
But thou wilt brave me with these saucy terms? His arms are only to remove from thee
Cade. Brave thee ? ay, the best blood that ever The duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traitor. was broached, and beard thee too. Look on me K. Hen. Thus stands my state, ''twixt Cade well: I have eat no meat these five days; yet, and York distress'd;
come thou and thy five med, and if I do not leave
Set limb to limb, and thou art far the lesser ; Som. My lord,
Thy band is but a finger to my fist; I'll yield myself to prison willingly,
Thy leg a stick, compared with this truncheon ; Or unto death, to do my country good.
My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast; K. Hen. In any case, be not too rough in terms; And if mine arm be heared in the air, For he is fierce, and cannot brook hard language. Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth. Buck. I will, my lord; and doubt not so to As for more words, whose greatness answers words, deal,
Let this my sword report what speech forbears. As all things shall redound unto your good.
Cade. By my valour, the most complete champion K. Hen. Come, wife, let's in, and learn to that ever I heard.— Steel, if thou turn the edge, govern better;
or cut not out the burly-boned clown in chines of For yet may England curse my wretched reign. beef ere thou sleep in thy sheath, I beseech God,
[exeunt. on my knees, thou mayest be turned to hobnails. SCENE X. kent. JDEN'S GARDEN.
[they fight. Cade falls.] 0, I am slain ! famine, Enter Cade.
and no other, hath slain me: let ten thousand Cade. Fie on ambition! fie on myself; that have devils come against me, and give me but the ten a sword, and yet am ready to famish! These five meals I have lost, and I'd defy them all. Wither, days have I hid me in these woods; and durst not garden ; and be henceforth a burying-place to all peep out, for all the country is lay'd for me, but that do dwell in this house, because the uncon. now am I so hungry, that if I might have a lease quered soul of Cade is fed. [strous traitor? of my life for a thousand years, I conld stay no Iden. Is't Cade that I have slain, that monlonger. Wherefore, on a brick-wall bave I Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed, allmbod into this garden ; to see if I can eat grass, And hang thee o'er my tomb, when I am dsad:
SCENE I. THE SAMEFIELDS BETWEEN DARTFORD
Ne'er shall this blood be wiped from thy point; Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat,
thee! To emblaze the honour that thy master got. And as I thrust thy body in with my sword,
Cade. Iden, farewell; and be proud of tby vic- So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell. tory: Tell Kent from me, she hath lost her best Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels man, and exhort all the world to be cowards; for Unto a dunghill, wbich shall be thy grave, I, that never feared any, am vanquished by famine, And there cut off thy most ungracious head; not by valour.
(dies. Which I will bear in triumph to the king, Iden. How much thou wrong'st me, heaven be Leaving tby trunk for crows to feed upon. my judge.
(exit, dragging out the body, ACT IV.
York. Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my AND BLACKHEATH.
powers. The King's Camp on one side. On the other, Soldiers, I thank you all : disperse yourselves ;
enter York attended, with drum and colours ; Meet me to-morrow in St. George's field, his Forces at some distance.
You shall bave pay, and every thing you wish. York. From Ireland thus comes York, to claim And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry, his right,
Command my eldest son,-nay, all my sons, And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head: As pledges of my fealty and love, Ring, bells, aloud ; burn, bonfires, clear and bright, I'll send them all as willing as I live ; To entertain great England's lawful king. Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have Ah, sancta majestas / who would not buy thee Is his to use, so Somerset may die. Let them obey, that know not how to rule; (dear? Buck. York, I commend this kind submission . This hand was made to handle nought but gold: We twain will go into his highness' tent. I cannot give due action to my words,
Enter King Henry, attended. Except a sword or sceptre balance it.
K. Hen. Buckingham, doth York intend no A sceptre shall it have, have I a soul;
harm to us, On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of Franre. That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? Enter Buckingham.
York. In all submission and humility, Whom bave we here? Bụckingham, to disturb | York doth present bimself unto your highness. The king bath sent him, sure: I must dissemble. K. Hen. Then what intend these forces their Buck. York, if thou meauest well, I greet thee dost bring ? well.
(greeting York. To beave the traitor Somerset from hence; York. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy And fight against that monstrous rebel, Cade, Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure ? 'Who since I heard to be discomfited. Buck. A messenger, from Henry, our dread
Enter Iden, with Cade's head. To know the reason of these arms in peace ; [liege, Iden. If one so rude, and of so mean condition, Or why, thou-being a subject as I
May pass into the presence of a king, Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn, Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head, Should'st raise so great a power without his leave, The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew. Or dare to bring thy force so near the court. K. Hen. The head of Cade?-Great God, luw York. Scarce can I speak, my cboler
jest art thou !is so great.
O let me view his visage, being dead, O, I could hew up rocks and fight with
That living wrought me such exceeding trouble. I am so angry, at these abject terms:
Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slev And now, like Ajax Telamonius,
Iden. I was, an't like your majesty (him? On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury!
K. Hen. How art thou call'd? and what is
aside. I am far better born than is the king;
thy degree? More like a king, more kingly in my
Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name; thoughts:
A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king. [nmiss But I must make fair weather yet awhile,
Buck. So please it you, my lord, twert not Till Henry be more weak, and I more
He were created knight for his good service strong.
K. Hen. Iden kneel: down, she knecls.] Rise O Buckingham, I pr'ythee, pardon me,
up a knight. That I have given no answer all this while; We give thee for reward a thousand marks ; My mind was troubled with deep melancholy. And will, that thou benceforth attend on us. The cause why I have brought this army hither, Iden. May Iden live tv merit such a bounty, Is—to remove proud Somerset from the king, And never live but true unto his liege ! Seditious to his grace, and to the state.
K. Hen. See, Buckingham! Somerset comes Buck. That is too much presumption on thy
with the queen; But if thy arms be to no other end, [part : Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. The king bath yielded unto thy demand;
Enter Queen Margaret and Somerset. The duke of Somerset is in the Tower.
Q. Mur. For thousand Yorks he shall not bide York. Upon thine honour, is he prisoner.
his head, Buck. Upon mine honour, he is prisoner. But boldly stand, and front him to his face:
York. How now! Is Somerset at liberty? York. Look in a glass, and call thy image 80 ; Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison'd thoughts, I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor. And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart. Call hither to the stake my two brave bears, Shall I endure the sight of Somerset ?—
That, with the very shaking of their chains, False king! wby hast thou broken faith with me. They may astonish these fell lurking curs; Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse? Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me. King did I call thee? no, thou art not king ; Drums. Enter Warwick and Salisbury, with Not fit to govern and rule multitudes,
Forces. Which dar'st not, no, nor canst not, rule a traitor. Cliff. Are these thy bears ? we'll bait thy bears That head of thine doth not become a crown;
to death, Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff, And manacle the bearward in their chains, And not to grace an awful princely sceptre. If thou dar'st bring them to the baiting-place. That gold must round engirt these brows of mine; Rich. Oft bave I seen a hot'o'erweening cur Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear, Run back and bite, because he was withheld ; Is able with the change to kill and cure.
Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw, Here is a band to hold a sceptre up,
Hath clapp'd bis tail between his legs, and cried : And with the same to act controlling laws. And such a piece of service will you do, Give place ; by heaven, thou shalt rule no more If you oppose yourselves to match lord Warwick. O'er him, whom heaven created for thy ruler. Clift. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested
Som. O monstrous traitor!—Iarrest thee, York, As crooked in thy manners as thy shape! (lump, Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown: York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anod. Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace.
Cliff Take heed, lest by your heat you buru York. Would'st bave me kneel? first let me yourselves. ask of these,
K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgol If they can brook I bow a knee to man.
to bow? Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail;
Old Salisbury,--shame to thy silver bair,
[exit an Attendant. | Thou mad misleader of thy brainsick son ! I know, ere they will have me go to ward, What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian, They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchise- | And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles ?
[amain. O, where is faith? O, where is loyalty? Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come If it be banish'd from the frosty head, Το say, if that the bastard boys of York
Where shall it find a barbour in the earth ?Shall be the surety for their traitor her
Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war, York. O blood-bespotted Neapolitan,
And shame thine honourable age with blood ? Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge! Why art thou old, and want'st experience ? The sons of York, thy betters in their birth, Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it? Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me, That for my surety will refuse the boys. That bows unto the grave with mickle age. Enter Edward and Richard Plantagenet, with Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself
Forces, at one side; at the other, with Forces The title of this most renowned duke; also, Old Clifford and his Son.
And in my conscience do repute his grace See, where they come; I'll warrant, they'll make The rightful heir of England's royal seat. it good.
[bail. K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their
Sal. I have.
[me? Cliff. Health and happiness to my lord the K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven fos king!
[kneels. such an oath ? York. I thank thee, Clifford; say, what news Sal. It is great sin, to swear unto a sin; with thee?
But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath. Nay, do not fright us with an angry look: Who can be bound by any solemn vow We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again ;
To do a murderous deed, to rob a man, For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.
To force a spotless virgin's chastity, Cliff. This is my king, York, I do not mistake; To reave the orphan of his patrimony, But thou mistak'st me much, tu think I do:- To wring the widow from her custom'd right; To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad? And have no other reason for this wrong, K. Hen. Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious But that he was bound by a solemn oath? humour
Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sopbister. Makes him oppose himself against his king. K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arma Clif. He is a traitor; let him to the Tower,
[thou bast, And chop away that factious pate of his.
York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends R. Mur. He is arrested, but will not obey; I am resolv'd for death, or dignity. His sons, he says, shall give their words for him. Cliff. The first, I warrant thee, if dreams prore York. Will you not, sons?
(again, Edw. Ay, noble father, if our words will serve. War. You were best to go to bed, and dream Rich. And if words will not, then our weapons To keep thee from the tempest of the field. shall.
[here! Cliff. I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm, Clip. Why, what a brood of traitors have we Than any thou canst conjure up to-day;
And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,
Hot coals of vengeance !--Let no soldier fy: Might I but know thee by thy household badge. He, that is truly dedicate to war, War. Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's Hath no self-love; nor he, that loves himself, crest,
Hath not essentially, but by circumstance, The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff, The name of valoar.-0, let the vile world end, This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,
(seeing his dead Father. (As on a mountain-top the cedar shows,
And the premised flames of the last day That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,) Koit earth and heaven together! Even to affright thee with the view thereof. Now let the general trumpet blow bis blast,
Cliff. And from thy burgovet I'll rend thy bear, Particularities and petty sounds And tread it under foot with all contempt, To cease !- Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear. To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve
Y. Cliff. And so to arms, victorious father, The silver livery of advised age; To quell the rebels, and their 'complices. [spite, And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus
Rich. Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in To die in ruffian battle?—Even at this sigbt, For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night. My heart is turn'd to stone: and, while 'tis mine, Y. Cliff. Foul stigmatic, that's more than thou It shall be stony. York not our old men spares ; canst tell.
[hell. No more will I their babes : tears virginal Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in Shall be to me even as the dew to fire;
[exeunt severally. And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims, ST. ALBAN's.
Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and llax. Alarums : e.rcursions. Enter Warwick. Henceforth, I will not have to do with pity: War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick Meet I an infant of the house of York, And if thou dust not hide thee from the bear, (calls! | Into as many gobbets will I cut it, Now,—when the angry trumpet sounds alarm, As wild Medea young Absyrtus did: And dead men's cries do fill the empty air,- In cruelty will I seek out my fame. Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me! Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house; Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland,
(tuking up the body. Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms. As did Æneas old Anchises bear, Enter York.
So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders :
Enter Richard Plantagenet and Somerset, fighting ; But match to match I have encounter'd him,
and Somerset is killed.
For, underneath an alehouse' paltry sign,
The Castle in St. Albans, Somerset
Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. [exit. For I myself must hunt this deer to death. Alarums : ercursions. Enter King Henry, Queen War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou
Margaret, and others, retreating. As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, (fight'st.- Q. Mar. Away, my lord! you are slow; for It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd.
[Margaret, stay. [errit Warwick. K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens? goos! Cliff. What seest thou in me, York? Why Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll not dost thou pause ?
[love, fight nor fly: York. With thy brave bearivg should I be in Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, But that thou art so fast mine enemy. (esteem, To give the enemy way: and to secure us
Cliff. Nor should thy prowess waut praise and By what we can, which can no more but fly. But that 'tis shown ignobly, and in treason.
(alarum afar off. York. So let it help me now against thy sword, If you be ta’en, we then should see the bottom As I in justice and true right express it! Of all our fortunes : but if we may haply 'scape,
Cliff. My soul and body on the action both !-(As well we may, if not through your neglect,) York. A dreadful lay!--address thee instantly. We shall to London get; where you are lov'd ;
(they fight, and Clifford falls. And where this breach, now in our fortunes made, Cliff. La fin couronne les æuvres. (dics. May readily be stopp'd. York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for
Enter Young Clifford. thou art still.
Y. Clif. But that my heart's on futuro unisPeace with bis soul, heaven, it it be thy will! (exil.
chief set, Enter Young Clifford.
I would speak blasphemy, ere bid you iy; Y. Clif. Shame and confusion ! all is on the But fly you must; uncurable discomfit Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds [rout; Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts. Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell, Away, for your relief! and we will live Wbom angry heavens do inake their minister, To see their day, and them our fortune give: Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part
Away, my lord, away!
SCENE LII. FIELDS NEAR ST. ALBANS.il By the mass, 80 did we all. I thank yoriy Alarum : retreat: flourish; then enter York, Richard :
Richard Plantagenet, Warwick, and Soldiers, God knows, how long it is I have to live ; with drum and colours.
And it hath pleas'd him, that three times today York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him; You bave defended me from imminent death. That winter lion, wbo, in rage, forgets
Well, lords, we have not got that which we have; Aged contusions and all brush of time;
'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled, c.) And, like a gallant in the brow of youth,
Being opposites of such repairing nature. i 111! Repairs him with occasion ? this bappy dayron's York. I know, our safety is to follow them; Is not itself, nor have we wou one foot,
15 For, as I hear, the king is fled to London, If Salisbury be lost.
To call a present court of parliament. Rich. My noble father, ri
Let us pursue him, ere the writs go forth :Three times to-day I holp him to his horse, What says lord Warwick ? shall we after them? Three times bestrid him, thrice I led him off, * War. After them! nay, before them, if we can Persuaded him from any further act:
Now, by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day: But still, where danger was, still there I met him; St. Albans' battle, won by famous York, And like rich hangings in a homely house, Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come. So was his will in his old feeble body, Cash for Sound, drums and trumpets ;-and to London But, noble as he is, look where he comes, Enter Salisbury.
And more such days as these to us befall! Sul. Now, by my sword, well bast thou fought