thy five men, and if I do not leave you as dead as a door nail, I pray God, I may never eat grafs more. Iden. Nay, it fhall ne'er be faid while England ftands, That Alexander Iden an Esquire of Kent, Thy leg a ftick, compared with this truncheon, 4 As for more words, whofe greatness answers words, Let this my fword report what fpeech forbears. Cade. By my valour, the most compleat champion that ever I heard. Steel, if thou turn thine edge, or cut not out the burly-bon'd Clown in chines of beef ere thou fleep in thy fheath, I befeech Jove on my knees thou mayft be turned into hobnails. [Here they fight. OI am flain! famine, and no other, hath flain me; let ten thousand devils come against me, and give me but the ten meals I have loft, and I'd defy them all. Wither garden, and be henceforth a burying place to all that do dwell in this houfe; because the unconquer'd foul of Cade is fled. 4 As for more words, whofe greatnefs aufwers swords, Let this my fword report what Speech forbears] Sir T. Hanmer, and after him Dr. Warburton, read, As for more words, Lt this my fword report (Whef greatnessanfwers words) What jpeech forbears. It feems to be a poor praife of a fword, that its greatness answers words, whatever be the meaning of the expreffion. The old reading, though fomewhat obfcure, feems to me more capable of explanation. For more swords, whole pomp and tumour may answer words, and only words, I fhall for bear them, and refer the reft to my favira. Iden. Is't Cade that I have flain, that monftrous traitor? Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed, Cade. Iden, farewel, and be proud of thy victory. Tell Kent from me, fhe hath loft her beft man; and exhort all the world to be cowards; for I, that never fear'd any, am vanquifh'd by famine, not by valour. How much thou wrong'ft me, heaven be my judge! Iden. [Dies. Die damned wretch, the Curfe of her that bare thee; And as I thrust thy body in with my fword, So with I, I might thruft thy foul to hell. Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels Unto a dunghill, which fhall be thy grave; And there cut off thy moft ungracious head, Which I will bear in triumph to the King, Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon. 5 How much thou wrong'st me.] That is, in fuppofing that I am proud of my victory. 6 So with I, I might thrust thy foul to hell.] Not to dwell upon the wickedness of this horrid with, with which Iden debafes his character, this whole fpeech is wild and confufed. To [Exit. draw a man by the heels, headlong, is fomewhat difficult; nor can I difcover how the dunghill would be his grave if his trunk were left to be fed upon by crows. Thefe I conceive not to be the faults of corruption but of negligence, and therefore do not attempt correction. ACT V. In the Fields near London. Enter York, and his army of Irish, with drum and colours, YORK, at a distance from his followers. ROM 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 Majelty who would not buy thee dear? Enter Buckingham. Whom have we here? Buckingham to disturb me? Buck. A meffenger from Henry our dread Liege, -balance it.] That is, balance my hand ↑ A Scepter fall it have, have Iajou, I read, A feepter ball it have, have I a word. or obferves that his hand must be employed with a sword or Scepter; he then naturally obferves, that he has a few rd, and refolves that if he has a fword he will have a jeepter. Should Shouldft raife fo great a power without his leave, Oh! I could hew up rocks and fight with flint, On theep or oxen could I fpend my fury. More like a King, more kingly in my Afide. But I must make fair weather yet a while, Buck. That is too much prefumption on thy part; The King hath yielded unto thy demand, York. Upon thine Honour is he prifoner? York. Then, Buckingham, I do difmifs my Powers. Buck. York, I commend this kind fubmiffion, We twain will go into his Highnels' tent. H 4 [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE II. Changes to the King's Pavilion. Enter King Henry and Attendants. Re-enter Buck ingham and York, attended. K. Henry. Buckingbam, doth York intend no Harm That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? York doth prefent himself unto your Highness. K. Henry. Then what intend thefe forces thou dost bring? York. To heave the traitor Somerfet from hence, And fight againft that monftrous Rebel Cade, Whom, fince, I heard to be difcomfited. Enter Iden with Cade's head. Iden. If one fo rude, and of fo mean condition, May pass into the presence of a King, Lo, I prefent your Grace a traitor's head; The head of Cade, whom I in Combat flew. K. Henry. The head of Cade? Great God! how just art thou? O, let me view his visage being dead, That, living, wrought me fuch exceeding trouble. K. Henry. How art thou call'd? and what is thy degree? Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name, A poor Efquire of Kent, that loves the King, Buck. So please it you, my Lord, 'twere not amifs He were created Knight for his good fervice. K. Henry. Iden, kneel down. [he kneels] Rife up a Knight, We |