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Except a sword, or sceptre, balance it.' A sceptre shall it have, have I a soul,2 'On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France.


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



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, 'Shouldst raise so great a power without his leave, 'Or dare to bring thy force so near the court. York. Scarce ean I speak, my choler is so great.

'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! 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 awhile,
Till Henry be more weak, and I more

'O, Buckingham, I pr'ythee, 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.


1 i. e. balance my hand.

2 York means to say, "If I have a soul, my hand shall not be without a sceptre."

Buck. That is too much presumption on thy


'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 honor, is he prisoner?
Buck. Upon mine honor, he is prisoner.

York. Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my


• 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, armor, any thing I have
*Is his to use, so Somerset may die.

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K. Hen.

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

Enter KING HENRY, attended.

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. Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew him? • Iden. I was, an't like your majesty.

'K. Hen. How art thou called? 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 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.

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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-imprisoned 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;

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'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. Wouldst have me kneel? first let me ask of these,

*If they can brook I bow a knee to man.* Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail;

[Exit an Attendant. * I know, ere they will have me go to ward, * They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement. Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come amain, *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.

*Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their


'Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the king!


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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 humor

Makes him oppose himself against his king.


Clif. He is a traitor; let him to the Tower,

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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,2 *That, with the very shaking of their chains, *They may astonish these fell lurking curs. *Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me.


Enter WARWICK and SALISBURY, with Forces. Clif. Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to death,

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And manacle the bearward in their chains, 'If thou dar'st bring them to the baiting-place.

* Rich. Oft have I seen a hot, o'erweening cur * Run back and bite, because he was withheld; *Who, being suffered with the bear's fell paw,

1 This has been thought an anachronism; but Stowe shows that it is not:-"Next unto the parish of St. Buttolph is a fayre inne for receipt of travellers; then an hospitall of S. Mary of Bethlehem, founded by Simon Fitz-Mary, one of the Sheriffes of London, in the yeare 1246. He founded it to have beene a priorie of cannons with brethren and sisters, and king Edward the Thirde granted a protection, which I have seene, for the brethren Milicia beata Maria de Bethlem, within the citie of London, the 14th yeare of his raigne. It was an hospitall for distracted people.”—Survey of London, p. 127, 1598.

2 The Nevils, earls of Warwick, had a bear and ragged staff for their


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