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Car. Ifthou be'st death,I'll give thee England's Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch!
K. Henry. Ah, what a sign it is of evil life, And froin his bosom purge this black despair!
grin. Car. Bring me unto my trial when you will. Sal. Disturb hiin not, let him pass peaceably. Dy'd he not in his bed? where should he die? Killenry. Peace to his soul, if God's good pleaCan I make men live, whe'r they will or no?
sure be!-Oh! torture me no more, I will confess.--- 10 Lord cardinal, if thou think’st on heaven's bliss, Alive again? then shew me where he is : Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope.I'll give a thousand pound to look upon hiin.- He dies, and makes no sign:-0 God, forgive him! He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.- lar. So bad a death argues a monstrous life'. Comb down his hair; look! look! it stands upright, K.Henry. Forbcar to judge, for we are sinners Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul
all.-Give me some drink; and bid ihe apothecary Close up his eyes, and draw the curtain close ; Bring the strong poison that I bought of him. And let us all to meditation.
[Escunt. K.Henry. O thou eternal Mover of the heavens,
A CT IV.
SC E N E I.
ir hit. I lost mine eye in laying the prizeaboard,
Ind therefore, to revenge it, shalt thou die; The Coast of kent.
[To Suffolks Alarm. Fight at Sea. Ordnance goes off. Enter And so should these, if I might have my will.
Captuin, Whilmore, and other pirates, with|30| Cup. Be not so rąsh; take ransomn, let him live. Sufolk, and other prisoners.
Suf. Look on iny George, I am a gentleman; Cup. THE gaudy, blabbing', and remorse- Rate me at what thou wilt, thou shalt be paid.ful day Whit. And so am I; my name is
-Walter Is crept into the boson of the sea;
Whitmore And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades 35 How now? why start'st thou ? what, doth death That drag the tragic melancholy night;
[death. Who with their drowsy, slow, and tagging wings Suf. Thy naine atfrights me, in whose sound is Clip dead men's graves, and from their misty jaws A cunning man did calculate Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air. And told me--that by Water 'I should die: Therefore bring forth the soldiers of our prize; 40 Yet let not this make thee be bloody-minded; For, whilst our pinnace anchors in the Downs, Thy name is Gualtier, being rightly sounded. Here shall they make their ransom on the sand, it hit. Gualtier, or if'alter, which it is, I care not: Or with their blood stain this discolour'd shore.- Ne'er yet did base dishonour blur our name, Master, this prisoner freely give I thee;- But with our sword we wip'd away the blot; And thou that art his mate, inake boot of this ;— 45 Therefore, when merchant-like I sell revenge, The other, Walter Whitinore, is thy share. Broke beiny sword, my arms torn and defac'd,
[Pointing to Suffolk. And I proclaim'd a coward through the world! '1 Gent. What is my ransom, master? let me Suf:Stay, Whitmore; for thy prisoner is a prince, know.
[head. The duke of Suffolk, Williain de la Pole. Mast. A thousand crowns, or else lay down your 50
Whit. The duke of Suffolk, mufiled up in rags! Mate. And so much shall you give, or oft goes Suf. Ay, but these rags are no part of the duke; yours.
(sand crowns, Nove sometime went disguis’d, and why not I ? Whit. What, think you much to pay two thou- Cap. But Jove was never slain, as thou shalt be. And bear the name and port of gentlemen? Suf. Obscure and lowly swain, king Henry's Cut both the villains' throats;--for die you shall ;(55 The honourable blood of Lancaster, [blood, Nor can those lives which we have lost in fight, Must not be shed by such a jaded groom. Be counterpois'd with such a petty sum. [life. Hast thou not kiss'd thy hand, and held mystirrup?
1 Gent. I'll give it, sir; and therefore spare my And bare-head plodded by my foot-cloih mule, 2 Gent. And so will I, and write honue for it And thought thee happy when I shook my head? straight.
160 How often hast thou waited at my cup, * The epithet blabbing, applied to the day by a man about to commit murder, is exquisitely beautiful. Guilt is afraid of light, considers darkness as a natural shelter, and makes night the confidante of those actions which cannot be trusted to the tell-tale day. Remorseful is pitiful. See the fourth scene of the first act of this play,
Fed from my trencher, kneel'd down at the board, It is impossible that I should die
By such a lowly vassal as thyself.
go of message froin the queen to France; How in our voiding lobby hast thou stood, 5 I charge thee, waft me safely cross the channel. And duly waited for my coming forth?
[death. This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalf,
Whit. Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy And therefore shall it charm thy riotous tongue. Suf.Gelidustimoroccupat artus :--'tis theelfear. Whit. Speak, captain, shall I stab the forlorn Whit. Thou shalt have cause to fear, before I swain ?
leave thee. Cap. First let mywords stab him, as he hath me. What, are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop? Suf. Base slave! thy words are blunt, and so 1 Gent. My gracious lord, entreat him, speak art thou.
him fair. Cap. Convey him hence, and on our long-boat's Suf.Suffolk'simperial tongueis stern and rough, Strike off his head.
15 Us’d to command, untaught to plead for favour. Suf. Thou dar'st not for thine own.
Far be it, we should honour such as these Cap. Poole? Sir Poole? Lord ?
With humble suit: no, rather let my head Ay, kennel, puddle, sink; whose filth and dirt Stoop to the block, than these knees bow to any, Troubles the silver spring where England drinks. Save to the God of heaven, and to my king; Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth, 20 And sooner dance upon a bloody pole, For swallowing the treasure of the realm : Than stand uncoverd to the vulgar groom. Thy lips, that kiss'd the queen, shall sweep the True nobility is exempt from fear:ground;
[death, More can I bear, than you dare execute. And thou, that smil'dst at good duke Humphrey's Cap. Hale him away, and let him talk no niore: Against the senseless winds shall grin in vain, 25 Come, soldiers, shew what cruelty ye can.Who, in contempt, shall hiss at thee again :
Suf. That this my death inay never be forgot!And wedded be thou to the hags of hell,
Great men oft die by vile bezonians": For daring to affy ? a mighty lord
JA Roman sworder and banditto slave 6 Unto the daughter of a worthless king,
Murder'd sweet Tully; Brutus' bastard hand? Having neither subject, wealth, nor diadem. 30 Stabb’d Julius Cæsar; savage islanders, By devilish policy art thou grown great,
Poinpey the great'; and Suffolk dies by pirates. And, like ambitious Sylla, over-gorg'd
[Erit Walter Whitmore, with Suffolk, With gobbets of thy mother's bleeding heart. Cap. And as for these whoseransom we have set, By thee, Anjou and Maine were sold to France: It is our pleasure one of them depart:The false revolting Normans, thorough thee, 35 Therefore come you with us, and let him go. Disdain to call us lord; and Picardy
[Exit Captain, with all but the first Gentlemani Hath slain their governors, surpriz'd our forts,
Re-enter Whitmore, rrith Suffolk's body. And sent the ragged soldiers wounded home.
Whit. There let his head and lifeless body lie, The princely Warwick, and the Nevils all,
Until the queen his mistress bury it. [Exit Whit, Whosedreadfulswordswereneverdrawn in vain,-40
I Gent, O barbarous and bloody spectacle ! As hating thee, arc rising up in arms : [crown,
His body will I bear unto the king;
If he revenge it not, yet will his friends;
So will the queen, that living held him dear.
[Exit Burns with revenging fire; whose hopeful colours 45
Another part of Kent.
Enter George Bevis and John Holland. And, to conclude, reproach, and beggary,
Bevis. Come and get theea sword, though made Is crept into the palace of our king,
50 of a lath; they have been up these two days. And all by thee:-Away! convey him hence. Hol. They havethe more need to sleep now then.
Suf. O that I were a god, to shoot forth thunder Beris. I tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier means Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges! [here, to dress the commonwealth, and turn it, and set Small things make base men proud: this villain a new nap upon it. Being captain of a pinnace', threatens more 55 Hol. So he had need, for 'tis thread-bare. Well, Than Bargulus * the strong Illyrian pirate. I say, it was never merry world in England, since Drones suck not eagles' blood, but rob þee-hives. gentlemen came up.
Meaning, pride assumed before its time. To affy is to betroth in marriage. did not anciently signify, as at present, a man of war's boat, but a ship of small burthen. Bargulus is to be met with in Tully's Offices; and the legend is the famous Theopompus's History.
Burgulus Illyrius latro, de quo est apud Theopompum, magnas opes habuit,” lib. ii. cap. 11. See note ?, page 505. i.e. Herennius a centurion, and Popilius Laenas, tribune of the soldiers. ? Brutus was the son of Servilia, a Roman lady, who had been concubine to Julius Cæsar, • The poet seenis to have confounded the story of Pompey with some other.
* A pinnace
Beris. O miserable age ! Virtue is not regarded seven half-penny loaves sold for a penny: the in handycrafts-men.
three-hoop'd pot shall have ten hoops; and I will Hol. The nobility think scorn to go in leather make it felony to drink small beer: all the realm aprons.
shall be in cominon, and in Cheapside shall my Beris. Nay more, the king's council are no 5 palfry, go to grass. And, when I ain king (as good workmen.
king I will be) Hol. True; And yet it is said,-Labour in Ål. God save your majesty! thy vocation: which is as much to say as,-let Cade. I thank you, good people :-There shall the magistrates be labouring men; and therefore be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; should we be magistrates.
10 and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they Bevis. Thou hast hit it: for there's no better may agree like brothers, and worship me their lord. sign of a brave mind, than a hard hand.
Dick. The first thing we do, let's kill all the Hol. I see them! Í see them! There's Best's lawyers. son, the tanner of Wingham.
Cade. Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a Beris. He shall have the skins of our enemies, 15 lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent to make dog's leather of.
lamb should be made parchment? that parchHol. And Dick the butcher,
ment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man? Bevis. Then is sin struck down like an ox, and Some say, the bee stings: but I say, 'tis the bee's iniquity's throat cut lik a calf.
wax; for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was Hol. And Smith the weaver :
20 never my own man since. How now? who's Bevis. Argo, their thread of life is spun.
there? Hol. Come, come, let's fall in with ihem. Enter some, bringing in the Clerk of Chatham. Drum. Enter Cade, Dick the butcher, Smith the Smith. The clerk of Chatham: he can write
welter, and a sawyer, with infinite numbers. and read, and cast accompt. Cade. We John Cade, so term'd of our sup-25
Cade. O monstrous ! posed father,
Smith. We took him setting of boys copies. Dick. Or rather, of stealing a cade of herrings'.
Cade. Here's a villain!
[Asid. Smith. H’as a book in his pocket, with red Cade. For our enemies shall fall? before us, letters in't. inspired with the spirit of putting down kings and 30 Cade. Nay, then he is a conjurer. princes.-Command silence.
Dick. Nay, he can make obligations, and write Dick. Silence!
court-hand. Cade. My father was a Mortimer,-,
Cade. I am sorry for't: the man is a proper Dick. He was an honest man, and a good man, on mine honour; unless I find him guilty, he bricklayer.
[Aside. 35 shall not die.-Come hither, sirrah, I must exaCade. My mother a Plantagenet, —
mine thee: What is thy name? Dick. I knew her well, she was a midwife. [ Aside.
Clerk. Emanuel. Cade. My wife descended of the Lacies, Dick. They use to write it on the top of letDick. She was, indeed, a pedlar's daughter, ters*;-'Twill go
hard with you. and sold many laces.
[Aside. 40. Cade. Let me alone :-Dóst thou use to write Smith. But, now of late, not able to travel with thy name? or hast thou a mark to thyself, like an her furr'd pack', she washes bucks here at home. honest plain-dealing man?
[Aside. Clerk. Sir, I thank God, I have been so well Cade. Therefore am I of an honourable house. brought up, that I can write my name.
Dick. Ay, by my faith: the field is honourable ; 45 Ai. He hath confess’d: away with him; he's and there was he born, under a hedge; for his fa- a villain, and a traitor. ther had never a house, but the cage. [.4 side. Cade. Away with him, I say: hang him with Cade. Valiant I am.
his pen and inkhorn about his neck. Smith. 'A must needs; for beggary is valiant.
[Exit one with the Ckrk. (Aside. 50
Mich. Where's our general ?
Mich. Fly, fly, fly! Sir Ilumphrey Stafford and Smith. He need not fear the sword, for his coat 55 his brother are hard by, with the king's forces.
[Aside. Cade. Stand, villain, stand, or l'll fell thee down: Dick. But, methinks, he should stand in fear of He shall be encounter'd with a man as good as fre, being so often burnt i' the hand for stealing himself: He is but a knight, is a'?
[Aside. Mich. No. Cade. Be brave then; for your captain is brave, 60 Cade. To equal him, I will make myself a and vows reformation. There shall be, in England, Iknight presently; Rise up Sir John Mortimer.
That is, a barrel of herrings. Perhaps the word keg, which is now used, is cade corrupted. 2 He alludes to his name Cade, from cado, Lat. to fall. A wallet or knapsack of skin with the hair out*i. e. of letters missive, and such like public acts.
is of proof.
Now have at him. Is there any more of them Y. Staf. Well, seeing gentle words will not prethat be knights ? :
Assail them with the army of the king. (vail, Mich. Ay, his brother.
Staf. Herald away: and, throughout every town, Cude. Then kneel down, Dick Butcher; Proclaim them traitors that are up with Cade; Rise up Sir Dick Butcher. Now sound up the druin. 5 That those, which fly before the battle ends, Enter Sir Humphrey Stafford, and his Brother, May, even in their wives' and children's sight, with drum and soldiers.
Be hang'd up for example at their doors :Staf. Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Kent, And
that be the king's friends, follow me. Mark'd for the gallows,-lay your weapons down, [E.reunt the tun Staffords, reith their train. Home to your cottages, forsake this groom :- 101 Cade. And you, that love the commons, folThe king is merciful, if you revolt. [blood,
low me.Y. Staf. But angry, wrathful, and inclin’d to Now shew yourselves men, 'tis for liberty. If you go forward: therefore yield, or die. [not'; We will not leave one lord, one gentleman:
Cade. As for these silken-coated slaves, I pass Spare none, but such as go in clouted shoon; It is to you, good people, that I speak,
15 For they are thrifty honest men, and such O'er whom, in time to come, I hope to reign; As would (but that they dare not) take our parts. For I am rightful heir unto the crown.
Dick. They are all in order, and inarch toward us. Staf. Villain, thy father was a plaisterer;
Cade: But then are we in order, when we are most And thou thyself, a shearman, Art thou not? out of order. Come, march forward. [E.reunt.
Cade. And Adam was a gardener.
SCENE III. Cade. Marry, this :-Edmund Mortimer, carl Another part of the field. The parties fight, and of March,
both the Staffords are slain. Married the duke of Clarence' daughter; Did he
Re-enter Cade, and the rest. Staf. Ay, sir.
25 Cade. Where's Dick, the butcher of Ashford ? Cade. By her he had two children at one birth. Dich. llere, sir. Y. Staf. That's false.
[true : Cade. They fell before thee like sheep andoxen, Cade. Ay, there's the question; but, I say, 'tis
and thou behav'dst thyself as if thou hadst been in The elder of them, being put to nurse',
thine own slaughter-house: therefore thus I will Was by a beggar-woman stol'n away;
30 reward thee,--The Lent shall be as long again as And, ignorant of his birth and parentage,
it is; and thou shalt have a licence to Kill for a Became a bricklayer, when he came to age :
hundred lacking one. His son am I; deny it, if you can. [king.
Dick. I desire no more. Dick. Nay, 'tis too true; therefore he shall be Cade. And, to speak truth, thou deserv'st no less.
Smith. Sir, he made a chimney in my father's 35 This monument of the victory, will I bear; and house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify the bodies shall be dragged at my horse' heels, it; therefore, deny it not.
till I do come to London, where we will have Staf.And will you credit this basedrudge's words, the mayor's sword borne before us. That speaks he knows not what?
Dick. If we mean to thrive and do good, break All. Ay, marry, will we; therefore get you gone. 40 open the gaols, and let out the prisoners.
Y. Staf. Jack Cade, the duke of York hath Cade. Fear not that, I warrant thce. Come, taught you this.
let's march towards London.
[Ereunt. Cade. He lies, for I invented it myself. [Yside. Go to, sirrah, Tell the king from me, that--for his
SCENE IV. father's sake, Henry the tifth, in whose time boys 43
Black-Heath. went to span-counter for French crowns,—1 am Enter King Henry to th a supplication, and Queen content he shall reign; but I'll be protector over Margaret with Suffolk's head; the Duke of Buchhim.
ingham, and the Lord Say. Dick. And, furthermore, we'll have the lord 2. Mar. Oft have I heard-that grief softens Say's head, for selling the dukedom of Maine. 50
the inind, Cade. And good reason; for thereby is England
And makes it fearful and degenerate; maim'd, and tain to go with a staff, but that my
Think therefore on revenge, and cease to weep. puissance holds it up. Fellow kings, I tell you, But who can cease to weep, and look on this? that that lord Say hath gelded the common-wealth, Here may his head lie on my throbbing breast : and made it an eunuch: and more than that, he can 55 But where's the body that I should embrace? speak French, and therefore he is a traitor.
Buck. What answer makes your grace to the Staf. O gross and miserable ignorance ! rebels' supplication?
Cade. Nay, answer, if you can: The Frenchmen K. Henry. I'll send some holy bishop to entreat: are our enemies: go to then, I ask but this: Can For God forbid, so many simple souls he, that speaks with the tongue of an enemy, be a 60 Should perish by the sword! And I myself, good counsellor, or no?
Rather than bloody war should cut them short, All. No, no; and therefore we'll have his head. Will parley with Jack Cade their general.! i. e. I pay them no regard. ? Here Cade must be supposed to take off Stafford's armour.
But stay, I'll read it over once again. [face i Cit. No, my lord, nor likely to be slain; for
2. Mar. Ah, barbarous villains ! hath this lovely they have won the bridge, killing all those that Rul'd, like a wandering planet, over me; witnstand them: The lord mayor craves aid of And could it not enforce them to relent,
your honour from the Tower, to defend the city That were unworthy to behold the same? 5 from the rebels.
[mand; K. Henry. Lord Say, Jack Cade hath sworn Scales, Such aid as I can spare, you shall comto have thy head.
But I am troubled here with them myself, Say. Ay, but I hope, your highness shall have The rebels have assay'd to win the Tower. K. Henry. How now, madam?
[his. But get you into Smithfield, gather head, Lamenting still, and mourning Suffolk's death? 10 And thither will I send you Matthew Gough': I fear, niy love, if that I had been dead,
Fight for your king, your country, and your lives; Thou wouldest not have mourn'd so much for me. And so farewell, for I must hence again. [Exeun. 2. Mar. No, my love, I should not mourn, but die for thee.
Cannon-Street, K. Henry. How now! what news? why com’st
Enter Jack Cade and the rest. He strikes his staf thou in such haste?
on London-stone, Mes. Therebels are in Southwark: Fly, my lord! Cade. Now is Mortimer lord of this city. And Jack Cade proclaims himself lord Mortimer, Descended froin the duke of Clarence' house;
here, sitting upon London-stone, I charge and
command, that, of the city's cost, the pissingAnd calls your grace usurper, openly, And vows to crown himself in Westminster.
conduit run nothing but claret wine the first year
of our reign. And now, henceforward, it shall His arıny is a ragged multitude
be treason for any that calls me other than-Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless :
Lord Mortimer, Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother's death 25
Enter a Soldi -r running, Hath given them heart and courage to proceed: Sol. Jack Cade! Jack Cade! All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen, Cade. Knock him down there, [They kill him, Theycall-false caterpillars, and intendtheirdeath.
Smith, If this fellow be wise, he'll never call K. Henry. O graceless inen! they know not
you Jack Cade more; I think, he hath a very
fair what they do. Buek. My gracious lord, retire to Kenelworth, Dick. My lord, there's an army gather'd toUntil a power be rais'd to put them down. 2. Mar. Ah! were the duke of Suffolk now alive,
gether in Smithfield. These Kentish rebels should be soon appeas'd.
Cade. Come then, let's go fight with them:
But, first, go and set London-bridge on fire; and, K. Henry. Lord Say, the traitor hateth thee, 35 if you can, burn down the Tower too. Coine, Therefore away with us to Kenelworth.
[Exeunt, Say, So might your grace's person be in danger; The sight of nie is odious in their eyes:
Alarum. Enter Jack Cade with his company. They
Cade. So, sirs ;-Now go some and pull down Join with the traitor, and they jointly swear, 45 the Savoy; others to the inns of court; dową To spoil the city, and your royal court. [horse.
with them all. Buck. Then linger not, my lord :
Dick. I have a suit unto your lordship, K, Henry, Come, Margaret; God, our hope, Cade. Be it a lordship, thou shalt have it for will succour us.
that word. 2. Mar. My hope is gone, now Suffolk is de 50 Dick. Only, that the laws of England may come ceas'd.
[rebels. out of your mouth. K.Henry.Farewell,my lord: trust not to Kentish John. Mass,'twill be sore law then; for he was Buck, Trust no body, for fear you be betray'd. thrust in the mouth with a spear, and 'tis not Say. The trust I have is in mine innocence,
[Aside, And therefore am I bold and resolute. [Exeunt. 55 Smith. Nay, John, it will be stinking law; for his
breath stinks with eating toasted cheese. [Aside, SCENE V.
Cade. I have thought upon it, it shall be so. London.
Away, burn all the records of the realın; iny Enter Lord Scales, and others, on the walls of the mouth shall be the parliament of England. Tower. Then enter tipo or three Citigens below. 60 John. Then we are like to have biting statutes, Scales. How now? Is Jack Cade slain? lunless his teeth be pullid out.
[ Aside According to Holinshed, Matthew Gough was " a man of great wit and much experience in feats of chivalrie, the which in continuall warres had spent his time in service of the king and his father,"
: away, take