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No sooner was I crept out of my cradle,

my life for a thousand years, I could stay no longer. But I was made a king, at nine months old : Wherefore, on a brick-wall have I climbed into this Was never subject long'd to be a king,

garden; to see if I can eat grass, or pick a sallet As I do long and wish to be a subject.

another while, which is not amiss to cool a man's

stomach this hot weather. And, I think, this word Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD.

sallet was born to do me good : for, many a time, Buck. Health, and glad tidings, to your majesty! but for a sallet, my brain-pan had been cleft with a K. Hen. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade brown bill; and, many a time, when I have been surpriz'd ?

dry, and bravely marching, it hath served me instead Or is he but retir'd to make him strong ?

of a quart-pot to drink in ; And now the word sal

let must serve me to feed on. Enter, below, a great number of Cade's Followers, with halters about their necks.

Enter IDEN, with Servants. Clif. He's fled, my lord, and all his powers do

Iden. Lord, who would live turmoiled in the court, yield;

And may enjoy such quiet walks as these ? And humbly thus, with halters on their necks, This sinall inheritance, my father left me, Expect your highness' doom, of life, or death. Contenteth me, and is worth a monarchy. K. Hen. Then, heaven, set ope thy everlasting I seek not to wax great by others' waning; gates,

Or gather wealth, I care not with what envy ; To entertain my vows of thanks and praise ! - Sufliceth, that I have maintains my state, Soldiers, this day have you redeem'd your lives,

And sends the poor well pleased from my gate. And show'd how well you love your prince and

Cade. Here's the lord of the soil come to seize me country :

for a stray, for entering his fee-simple without leave. Continue still in this so good a mind,

Ah, villain, thou wilt betray me, and get a thousand And Henry, though he be infortunate,

crowns of the king for carrying my head to him; but Assure yourselves, will never be unkind;

I'll make thee eat iron like an ostrich, and swallow And so, with thanks, and pardon to you all, my sword like a great pin, ere thou and I part. I do dismiss you to your several countries.

Iden. Why, rude companion, whatsoe'er thou be, All. God save the king! God save the king! I know thee not; Why then should I betray thee?

Is't not enough, to break into my garden,
Enter a Messenger.

And, like a thief, to corne to rob my grounds, Mess. Please it your grace to be advertised, Climbing my walls in spite of me the owner, The duke of York is newly come from Ireland :

But thou wilt brave me with these saucy terins ? And with a puissant and a mighty power,

Cade. Brave thee? ay, by the best blood that ever Of Gallowglasses, and stout Kernes,

was broached, and beard thee too.

Look on me Is marching hitherward in proud array ;

well: I have eat no meat these five days : yet, come And still proclaimeth, as he comes along,

thou and thy five men, and if I do not leave you

all His arms are only to remove from thee

as dead as a door nail, I pray God, I may never eat The duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traitor. grass more. K. Hen. Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and Iden. Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while England York distress'd;

stands, Like to a ship, that having 'scap'd a tempest,

That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent, Is straightway calm’d and boarded with a pirate . Took odds to combat a poor famish'd man. But now is Cade driven back, his men dispers'd; Oppose thy stedfast gazing eyes to mine, And now is York in arms to second him.

See if thou canst outface me with thy looks. I pray thee, Buckingham, go forth and meet him; Set limb to limb, and thou art far the lesser ; And ask him, what's the reason of these arms.

Thy hand is but a finger to my fist ; Tell him, I'll send duke Edmund to the Tower ;- Thy leg a stick, compared with this truncheon ; And, Somerset, we will commit thee thither, My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast ; Until his army be dismiss'd from him.

And if mine arm be heaved in the air, Som. My lord,

Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth. I'll yield myself to prison willingly,

As for more words, whose greatness answers words, Or unto death, to do my country good.

Let this my sword report what speech forbears. K. Hen. In any case, be not too rough in terms; Cade. By my valour, the most complete champion For he is fierce, and cannot brook hard language.

that ever I heard. Steel, if thou turn the edge, or Buck. I will, my lord ; and doubt not so to deal, cut not out the burley-boned clown in chines of As all things shall redound unto your good. beef ere thou sleep in thy sheath, I beseech God on K. Hen. Come, wife, let's in, and learn to govern my knees, thou mayest be turned to bobnails. (They better;

fight. Cabe falls.] 0, I am slain ! famine, and no For yet may England curse my wretched reign. other, hath slain me: let ten thousand devils come

[Exeunt. against me, and give me but the ten meals I have

lost, and I'd defy them all. Wither, garden; and SCENE X. - Kent. Iden's Garden. be henceforth a burying place to all that do dvrell in

this house, because the unconquered soul of Cade Enter Cade.

is fled. Cade. Fye on ambition ! fye on myself; that have Iden. Is't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous a sword, and yet am ready to famish! These five

traitor ? days have I hid me in these woods; and durst not Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed, peer ut, for all the country is lay'd for me; but And hang thee o'er my tomb, when I am dead : now I am so bungry, that if I might have a lease of | Ne'er shall this blood be wiped from thy point;

But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat,

Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare 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 thy 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 I, Unto a dunghill, which shall be thy grave, that never feared any, am vanquished by famine, not And there cut off thy most ungracious head; by valour.

[Dies. Which I will bear in triumph to the king, Iden. How much thou wrongst me, heaven, be | Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon. my judge.

| Erit, dragging out the body


to us,

SCENE I. The same. Frelds between Dartford York. Upon thine honour, is he prisoner ? and Blackheath.

Buck. Upon mine honour, he is prisoner.

York. Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my The King's Camp on one side. On the other, enter York attended, with drum and colours : his Forces


Soldiers, I thank you all ; disperse yourselves; at some distance.

Meet me to-morrow in Saint George's field, York. From Ireland thus comes York, to claim You shall have pay, and every thing you wish. his right,

And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry, And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head : Command my eldest son, nay, all my sons, Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright; As pledges of my fealty and love, To entertain great England's lawful king.

I'll send them all as willing as I live; Ah, sancta majestas ! who would not buy thee dear? Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have Let them obey, that know not how to rule;

Is his to use, so Somerset


die. This hand was made to handle nought but gold : Buck. York, I commend this kind submission : I cannot give due action to my words,

We twain will go into his highness' tent.
Except a sword, or scepter, balance it.
A scepter shall it have, have I a soul;

Enter King Henry, attended.
On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France. K. Hen. Buckingham, doth York intend no harm

That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me ? York. In all submission and humility, The king hath sent him, sure : I must dissemble : York doth present himself unto your highness.

Buck. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well. K. Hen. Then what intend these forces thou dost York. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy

bring? greeting.

York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence; Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure ? And fight against that monstrous rebel, Cade,

Buck. A messenger from Henry, our dread liege, Who since I heard to be discomfited.
To know the reason of these arms in peace;

Enter IDEN, with CADE's head.
Or why, thou being a subject as I am,
Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn,

Iden. If one so rude, and of so mean condition,
Should'st raise so great a power without his leave, May pass into the presence of a king,
Or dare to bring thy force so near the court. Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head,
York. Scarce can I speak, my choler is so? The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew.

K. Hen. The head of Cade? - Great God, how O, I could hew up rocks, and fight with

just art thou ! flint,

0, let me view his visage being dead, I am so angry at these abject terms;

That living wrought me such exceeding trouble. like Ajax Telamonius,

Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury! > Aside.

him? I am far better born than is the king ;

Iden. I was, an't like your majesty, More like a king, more kingly in my

K. Hen. How art thou callid ? and what is thy thoughts :

degree? But I must make fair weather yet a while,

Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name ; Till Henry be more weak, and I more

A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king. strong.

Buck. So please it you, my lord, 'twere not amiss O Buckingham, I pr’ythee, pardon me,

He were created knight for his good service. That I have given no answer all this while,

K. Hen. Iden, kneel down; (He kneels.] Rise My mind was troubled with deep melancholy.

up a knight.
The cause why I have brought this army hither, We give thee for reward a thousand marks ;
Is- - to remove proud Somerset from the king, And will, that thou henceforth attend on us.
Seditious to his grace, and to the state.

Iden. Mar "en live to merit such a bounty,
Buck. That is too inuch presumption on thy part: And never live but true unto his liege !
But if thy arms be to no other end,

K. Hen. See, Buckingham! Somerset comes with The king hath yielded unto thy demand : The duke of Somerset is in the Tower.

Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke.

And now,

the queen;

Rich. And if words will not, then our weapons Enter Queen MARGARET and SOMERSET.

shall. Q. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we here! his head,

York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so ; But boldly stand, and front him to his face.

I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor. — York. How now! Is Somerset at liberty? Call hither to the stake my two brave bears, Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison'd thoughts, That, with the very shaking of their chains, And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart. They may astonish these fell lurking curs ; Shall I endure the sight of Somerset ?

Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me. False king! why hast thìu broken faith with me,

Drums. Enter WARWICK and SalisbuRY, with Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse?

King did I call thee? no, thou art not king;
Not fit to govern and rule multitudes,

Clif. Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to Which dar'st not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor.

death, That head of thine doth not become a crown;

And manacle the bear-ward in their chains, Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff,

If thou dar'st bring them to the baiting-place. And not to grace an awful princely scepter.

Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur That gold must round engirt these brows of mine;

Run back and bite, because he was withheld; Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear,

Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw, Is able with the change to kill and cure.

Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs, and cry'd : Here is a hand to hold a scepter up,

And such a piece of service will you do, And with she same to act controlling laws.

If you oppose yourselves to match lord Warwick. Give place; by heaven, thou shalt rule no more Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump, O'er him whom heaven created for thy ruler. As crooked in thy manners as thy shape !

Som. O monstrous traitor!. I arrest thee, York, York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon. Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown: Clif. Take heed, lest by your beat you burn Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace.

yourselves. York. Would'st have me kneel? first let me ask X. Heń. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot of these,

to bow? If they can brook I bow a knee to man.

Old Salisbury, — shame to thy silver hair, Sirrah, call in my sons to be

Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son ! bail ; my

(Exit an Attendant. What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian, I know, ere they will have me go to ward,

And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles ? They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement. 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, amain,

[Erit BUCKINGHAM. Where shall it find a harbour in the earth ? To say, if that the bastard boys of York

Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war, Shall be the surety for their traitor father.

And shame thine honourable age with blood ? York. O blood-bespotted Neapolitan,

Why art thou old, and want'st experience ? Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge !

Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it? The sons of York, thy betters in their birth,

For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me, Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those

That bows unto the grave with mickle age. That for my surety will refuse the boys.

Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself

The title of this most renowned duke ; Enter EDWARD and RICHARD PLANTAGENET, with

And in my conscience do repute his grace Forces, at one side ; at the other, with Forces also, The rightful heir to England's royal seat. Old CLIFFORD and his Son.

K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto See, where they come; I'll warrant they'll make it

me? good.

Sal. I have. Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for bail.

such an oath ? Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the king' Sal. It is great sin, to swear unto a sin;

[Kneels. But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath. York. I thank thee, Clifford : Say, what news Who can be bound by any solemn vow with thee?

To do a murderous deed, to rob a man, Nay, do not fright us with an angry look :

To force a spotless virgin's chastity, We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again ; To reave the orphan of his patrimony, For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.

To wring the widow from her custom'd right; Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mistake; And have no other reason for this wrong, But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do: - But that he was bound by a solemn oath? To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad ?

Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister. K. Hen. Ay, Clifford ; a bedlam and ambitious K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid nim arm humour

himself. Makes him oppose himself against his king.

York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou Clif. He is a traitor ; let him to the Tower,

hast, And chop away that factious pate of his.

I am resolv'd for death, or dignity. Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey ; Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true. His

says, shall give their words for him. War. You were best to go to bed, and dream again, York. Will you not, sons?

To keep thee from the tempest of the field. Edw. Ay, noble father, if our words will serve. Clif. I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm,

sons, he

Than any thou canst conjure up to-day;

Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell, And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,

Whom angry heavens do make their minister, Might I but know thee by thy household badge. Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part War. Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's Hot coals of vengeance ! - Let no soldier fly: crest,

He that is truly dedicate to war, The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff, Hath no self-love; nor he, that loves himself, This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,

Hath not essentially, but by circumstance, (As on a mountain-top the cedar shows,

The name of valour. O, let the vile world end, That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,)

(Seeing his dead father. Even to affright thee with the view thereof.

And the premised flames of the last day
Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, Knit earth and heaven together!
And tread it under foot with all contempt,

Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,
Despight the bearward that protects the bear. Particularities and petty sounds

Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father, To cease! Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, To quell the rebels, and their 'complices.

To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve Rich. Fye! charity, for shame! speak not in spite, The silver livery of advised age; For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night. And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus Y. Clif. Foul stigmatick, that's more than thou To die in rufhan battle? - Even at this sight, canst tell.

My heart is turn'd to stone : and, while 'tis mine, Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell. It shall be stony. York not our old men spares;

[Exeunt severally. No more will I their babes : tears virginal

Shall be to me even as the dew to fire;
SCENE II. - Saint Alban's.

And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims,
Alarums: Excursions. Enter WARWICK.

Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax.

Henceforth, I will not have to do with pity:
War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls ! Meet I an infant of the house of York,
And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear, 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,

[Taking 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 ;

But then Æneas bare a living load, How now, my noble lord? what all a-foot ?

Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine. (Ent. York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed; But match to match I have encounter'd him,

Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET and SOMERSET, And made a prey for carrion kites and crows

fighting, and Somerset is killed. Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well.

Rich. So, lie thou there;

For, underneath an alehouse' paltry sign,

The Castle in Saint Alban's, Somerset
War. Of one or both of us the time is come. Hath made the wizard famous in his death.
York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other Sword, hold thy temper : heart, be wrathful still .

Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. (Erit. For I myself must hunt this deer to death. War. Then, nobly, York ; 'tis for a crown thou

Alarums: Excursions. Enter King HENRY, QUEEN fight'st.

MARGARET, and others, retreating. As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,

Q. Mar. Away, my lord ! you are slow; for It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd.

shame, away!

[Erit WARWICK. K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens ? good MarClif. What seest thou in me, York ? why dost thou

garet, stay.
e ?

Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll not fight, York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love,

nor fly: But that thou art so fast mine enemy.

Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and To give the enemy way; and to secure us esteem,

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 botton As I in justice and true right express it!

Of all our fortunes : but if we haply scape, Clif. 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, Clif. La fin couronne les oeuvres. (Dies. May readily be stopp'd. York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still.

Enter Young CLIFFORD. Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will! (Erit. Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mischief Enter Young CLIFFORD,

I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly; Y. Clif. Shame and confusion ! all is on the rout; But fly you must; uncurable discomfit Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds

Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts.


A way, fer your relief! and we will live

To see their day, and them our fortune give :
Away, my lord, away!

(Ereunt. Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought

to-day; SCENE III. - Fields near Saint Alban's. By the mass, so did we all. – I thank you, Richard:

God knows, how long it is I have to live ; Alarum: Retreal. Flourish; then enter York,

And it hath pleas'd him, that three times to-day RICHARD PLANTAGENET, WARWICK, and Soldiers,

You have defended me from imminent death. with drum and colours.

Well, lords, we have not got that which we have: York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him; "Tis not enough our foes are this time fled, That winter lion, who, in rage, forgets

Being opposites of such repairing nature. Aged contusions and all brush of time;

York. I know, our safety is to follow them; And, like a gallant in the brow of youth,

For, as I hear, the king is fled to London, Repairs him with occasion ? this happy day

To call a present court of parliament. Is not itself, nor have we won one foot,

Let us pursue him, ere the writs go forth : If Salisbury be lost.

What says lord Warwick ? shall we after them? Rich. My noble father,

War. After them! nay, before them, if we can. Three times to-day I holp him to his horse, Now by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day : Three times bestrid him, thrice I led him off, Saint Alban's battle, won by famous York, Persuaded him from any further act :

Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come. But still, where danger was, still there I met him; Sound, drums and trumpets : - and to London And like rich hangings in a homely house, So was his will in his old feeble body.

milu more such days as these to us befall! (Ereunt. But noble as he is, look where he comes.

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