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 ail. Wither, garden; and be henceforth a burying-piace to all that do dwell in this house, because ⚫ the unconquered soul of Cade is fled.

Iden. Is't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous traitor?

• Sword. I will hailow 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; But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat, *To emblaze the honour that thy master got.

• Cade. Iden, farewell; and be proud of thy victory: Teil 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.

[Dies. * Iden. How much thou wrong'st me,3 heaven,

be my judge.

* Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare thee!

And as I thrust thy body in with my sword, *So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell.*

3 How much thou wrong'st me,] That is, in supposing that I am proud of my victory.

* So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell, &c.] Not to dwell upon the wickedness of this horrid wish, with which Iden debases his character, the whole speech is wild and confused. To draw a man by the heels, headlong, is somewhat difficult; nor can I discover how the dunghill would be his grave, if his trunk were left to be fed upon by crows. These I conceive not to be the faults of corruption but negligence, and therefore do not attempt correction.

JOHNSON.

'Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels • Unto a dunghill, which shall be thy grave, And there cut off thy most ungracious head; 'Which I will bear in triumph to the king, Leaving thy trunk for cows to feed upon.

[Exit, dragging out the Body.

ACT V.

SCENE I. The same.

Fields between Dartford

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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 his right,

'And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head: Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright, To entertain great England's lawful king.

Ah, sancta majestas! who would not buy thee dear? 'Let them obey, that know not how to rule; This hand was made to handle nought but gold: 'I cannot give due action to my words, 'Except a sword, or scepter, balance it." 'A scepter shall it have, have I a soul;

'On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France.

Enter BUCKINGHAM.

Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me? 'The king hath sent him, sure: I must dissemble.

5 balance it.] That is, balance my hand.

'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? "Buck. A messenger from Henry, our dread liege, To know the reason of these arms in peace; '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 is

so great.

is]

'O, I could hew up rocks, and fight with

flint,

I am so angry at these abject terms;
And now, like Ajax Telamonius,

'On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury! Aside.

I am far better born than is the king;
More like a king, more kingly in my

thoughts:

"But I must make fair weather yet a while, Till Henry be more weak, and I more

strong.

'O Buckingham, I pr'ythee thee, pardon me, "That I have given no answer all this while; 'My mind was troubled with deep melancholy. The cause why I have brought this army hither, Is-to remove proud Somerset from the king, Seditious to his grace, and to the state.

Buck. That is too much presumption on thy

part:

But if thy arms be to no other end,

The king hath yielded unto thy demand;
The duke of Somerset is in the Tower.
York. Upon thine honour, is he prisoner?
Buck. Upon mine honour, he is prisoner,

York. Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my

powers.

'Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves;
Meet me to-morrow in Saint George's field,
"You shall have pay, and every thing you wish.
* And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry,
* Command my eldest son,-nay, all my sons,
* As pledges of my fealty and love,

*I'll send them all as willing as I live;

* Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have *Is his to use, so Somerset may die.

'Buck. York, I commend this kind submission: 'We twain will go into his highness' tent.

Enter King HENRY, attended.

'K. Hen. Buckingham doth York intend no harm

to us,

That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? * York. In all submission and humility, * York doth present himself unto your highness. *K. Hen. Then what intend these forces thou dost bring?

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 just art thou!

O, let me view his visage being dead,

'That living wrought me such exceeding trouble.

'York. I thank thee, Clifford: Say, what news with thee?

Nay, do not fright us with an angry look: 'We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again; For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.

Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mistake; 'But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do:'To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad?

K. Hen. Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious humour

'Makes him oppose himself against his king.

Clif. He is a traitor; let him to the Tower, 'And chop away that factious pate of his.

Q. Mar. 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. • Rich. And if words will not, then our weapons

shall.

*Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we here!

* York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so; * I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.'Call hither to the stake my two brave bears, * That, with the very shaking of their chains, * They may astonish these fell lurking curs; *Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me.

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Drums. Enter WARWICK and SALISBURY, with Forces.

Clif. Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to death,

'And manacle the bear-ward in their chains,

6 Call hither to the stake my two brave bears,

Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come-] The Nevils, earls of Warwick, had a bear and ragged staff for their cognizance.