Know, Cade, we come ambaffadors from the king Clif. What fay ye, countrymen? will ye relent, All, God fave the king! God fave the king! Cade. What, Buckingham, and Clifford, are ye fo brave-And you, bafe peafants, do ye believe him will you needs be hang'd with your pardons about your necks? Hath my fword therefore broke through London gates, that you should leave me at the White-hart in Southwark? I thought, ye would never have given out thefe arms, 'till you had recover'd your ancient freedom: but you are all recreants, and daftards; and delight to live in flavery to the nobility. Let them break your backs with burdens, take your houfes over your heads, ravish your wives and daughters before your faces: For me, I will make thift for one; and fo-God's curfe light upon you all! All. We'll follow Cade, we'll follow Cade. Clif. Is Cade the fon of Henry the fifth, That thus you do exclaim-you'll go with him? Will he conduct you through the heart of France, All. A Clifford! a Clifford! we'll follow the king, and Clifford. Cade. Was ever feather fo lightly blown to and fro, as this multitude? the name of Henry the fifth hales them to an hundred mifchiefs, and makes them leave me defolate. I fee them lay their heads together, to furprize me: my fword make way for me, for here is no ftaying.--In defpight of the devils and hell, have through the very midft of you! and heavens and honour be witnefs, that no want of refolution in me, but only my followers' bafe and ignominious treafons, makes me betake me to my heels. [Exit. Buck. What,is he fled? go fome, and follow him; And he, that brings his head unto the king, Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward,[Exeunt fome of them. Follow me, foldiers; we'll devife a mean To reconcile you all unto the king. [Exeunt. SCENE IX. Kenelworth Cafile. Sound trumpets. Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, and Somerfet, on the Terras. K. Henry. Was ever king, that joy'd an earthly throne, And could command no more content than I? Enter Buckingham, and Clifford. Or is he but retir'd to make him strong ? yield; And humbly thus with halters on their necks K. Henry. Then, heaven, fet ope thy everlasting gates, To entertain my vows of thanks and praise ! A pun, perhaps alluding to the brown bills, or halberds, with which the commons were anciently armed. 2 This fact is recorded by Holinfhed, p. 634: "and as it were in a fpite caufed them in every street to kiffe together." Soldiers, Soldiers, this day have you redeem'd your lives, Continue ftill in this fo good a mind, All. God fave the king! God fave the king! Mef. Please it your grace to be advertised, Like to a fhip, that, having 'fcap'd a tempeft, Som. My lord, I'll yield myself to prison willingly, K. Hen. In any cafe be not too rough in terms; K. Henry. Come, wife, let's in, and learn to vern better; For yet may England curfe my wretched reign. drink in; and now the word fallet must ferve me to feed on. Enter Iden, with Servants. Iden. Lord, who would live turmoiled in the Cade. Here's the lord of the foil come to feize me for a ftray, for entering his fee-fimple without leave. Ah, villain, thou wilt betray me, and get a thonfand crowns of the king for carrying my head to him; but I'll make thee eat iron like an oftridge, and fwallow my fword like a great pin, ere thou and I part. Iden. Why, rude companion, whatfee'er thou be, Cade. Brave thee? ay, by the best blood that ever was broach'd, and beard thee too. Look on me well: I have eat no meat thefe five days; yet, come thou and thy five men, and if I do not leave you all as dead as a door-nail, I pray God, 1 may never eat grafs more. Iden. Nay, it fhall ne'er be faid, while England That Alexander Iden, an efquire of Kent, [Excunt. Thy leg a flick, compared with this truncheon ; Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth. Cade. By my valour, the most complete cham- Cade. Fie on ambition! fie on myfelf; that have a fword, and yet am ready to famifh! These five days have I hid me in these woods; and durft not peep out, for all the country is lay'd for me; but now am I fo hungry, that if I might have a leafe of my life for a thoufand years, I could ftay no longer. Wherefore, on a brick-wall have 10, I am flain! famine, and no other, hath flain climb'd into this garden; to fee if I can eat grafs, me: let ten thousand devils come against me, and or pick a fallet another while, which is not amifs to give me but the ten meals I have loft, and I'd defy cool a man's ftomach this hot weather. And, I them all. Wither, garden; and be henceforth a think, this word fallet was born to do me good: burying-place to all that do dwell in this house, befor, many a time, but for a fallet, my brain-pan caufe the unconquer'd foul of Cade is fled. had been cleft with a brown bill; and, many a time, when I have been dry, and bravely marching, it hath ferv'd me inftead of a quart-pot to Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed, Iden. Is't Cade that I have flain, that monftrous traitor? Gallowglaffes and Kernes were two orders of foot foldiers among the Irish. by corruption from celata, a helmet (lays Skinner), quia galeenlate fuerunt. more words, whole pomp may aníwer words, and only words, I fhall forbear them, to my sword. And hang thee o'er my tomb, when I am dead : Iden. How much thou wrong'st me, heaven be my judge. Ne'er fhall this blood be wiped from thy point; Die, damned wretch, the curfe of her that bare thee ! But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat, And as I thruft thy body in with my fword, To emblaze the honour that thy mafter got. So with I, I might thruft thy foul to hell. Cade. Iden, farewel; and be proud of thy vic-Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels tory: Tell Kent from me, the hath loft her beft Unto a dunghill, which fhall be thy grave, man, and exhort all the world to be cowards; for And there cut off thy moft ungracious head; I, that never fear'd any, am vanquish'd by famine,' Which I will bear in triumph to the king, not by valour. [Dies. Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon. [Exit. F SCENE I. ACT V. Fields near Saint Albans. Enter York, attended, with drum and colours. York, at a distance from his followers. And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head: On which I'll tofs the flower-de-luce of France. Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me? The king hath fent him, fure: I muft diffemble. Buck. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well. [greeting. York. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy Art thou a meifenger, or come of pleasure ? Buck. A meffenger from Henry, our dread liege, To know the reafon of thefe arms in peace; Or why, thou-being a fubject as I am,——— Against thy oath and true allegiance fworn, Should it raife fo great a power without his leave, Or dare to bring thy force fo near the court. York. Scarce can 1 fpeak, my choler is fo great. Oh, I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint, I am fo angry at these abject terms; And now, like Ajax Telamonius, On theep and 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 a while, 'Till Henry be more weak, and I more strong. O Buckingham, I pr'ythee pardon me, That I have given no anfwer all this while; My mind was troubled with deep melancholy. The caufe why I have brought this army hither, Is-to remove proud Somerfet from the king, Seditious to his grace, and to the state. Buck. That is too much prefumption on thy part: But if thy arms be to no other end, The king hath yielded unto thy demand; The duke of Somerfet is in the Tower. Soldiers, I thank you all; difperfe yourselves; Buck. York, I commend this kind fubmiffion: We twain will go into his highness' tent. [Exeunt. Enter King Henry, and Attendants. K. Henry. Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us, That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? doft bring? York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence; And fight against that monftrous rebel, Cade, Whom fince I hear to be difcomfited. Enter Iden, with Cade's head. Iden. If one fo rude, and of fo mean condition, May pafs into the prefence 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 vifage being dead, That living wrought me fuch exceeding trouble. Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that flew him? Iden. I was, an't like your majefty. [degree? K. Henry. How art thou call'd? and what is thy Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name; 1 How Iden was to hang a fword over his own tomb, after he was dead, we cannot pretend to explain. The fentiment of this paffage is more correctly expreffed thus in the quarto: "Oh fword, I'll honour thee for this, and in my chamber fhalt thou hang, as a monument to after age, for this great fervice thou haft done to me." 2 That is, balance my hand. A poor A poor efquire of Kent, that loves the king. K. Henry. Iden, kneel down; [be kneels] Rife We give thee for reward a thousand marks; K. Henry, See, Buckingham! Somerset comes Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. 2. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide But boldly ftand, and front him to his face. Tork. How now! is Somerfet at liberty? Som. O monftrous traitor !—I arrest thee, York, York. Sirrah, call in my fons to be my bail. To fay, if that the baftard boys of York York. O blood-befpotted Neapolitan, Enter Edward and Richard. York. We thank thee, Clifford: Say, what Nay, do not fright us with an angry look: Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mistake ; humour Makes him oppofe himself against his king. 2. Mar. He is arrefted, but will not obey; E. Plan. Ay, noble father, if our words will pons fhall. Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we here! And manacle the bear-ward in their chains, R. Plan. Oft have I feen 2 a hot o'er-weening cur If you oppofe yourselves to match lord Warwick. York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon. yourselves. K. Henry. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forget See, where they came; I'll warrant, they'll make For fhame! in duty bend thy knee to me, it good. That bows unto the grave with mickle age. Sal. My lord, I have confider'd with myself | And in my confcience do repute his grace 1 The Nevils, earls of Warwick, had a bear and ragged fluff for their cognizance. was anciently a royal sport, 2 Bear-baiting K. Henry K. Henry. Can't thou difpenfe with heaven for Sal. It is great fin, to fwear unto a fin; To wring the widow from her cuftom'd right; 2. Mar. A fubtle traitor needs no sophister. O!! Clif. The firit I warrant thee, if dreams prove true. War. You were beft go to bed, and dream again, Old Clif. I am refolv'd to bear a greater storm, Enter Clifford. War. Of one or both of us the time is come. York. Hold, Warwick, feek thee out fome other For I myself muft hunt this deer to death. As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, [Exit arwick. Clif. What feet thou in me, York? why doft thou paute York. With thy brave bearing fhould I be in love, But that thou art fo falt mine enemy. [efteem, Chif. Nor should thy prowefs want praise and But that 'tis fhewn ignobly, and in treafon. York. So let it help me now againft thy fword, As I in juftice and true right exprefs it! Clif. My foul and body on the action both !— York. A dreadful lay 3 !--addrefs thee inftantly. [Fight, and Clifford fall. Clif. La fin couronne les œurpes [Dies. York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art ftill. Wa. Now by my father's badge, old Nevil's Peace with his foul, heaven, if it be thy will! creit, The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff, Y. Chf. And so to arms, victorious noble father, For you shall sup with Jefu Chrifi to-night. Y. Clif. Foul ftigmatic 2, that's more than thou War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls! How now, my noble lord? what, all a-foot? Enter young Clifford. [Exit. Y. Clif. Shame and confufion! all is on the rout ; And the premised 5 flames of the laft day To ceafe!Waft thou ordain'd, dear father, And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus 2 A figmatic is one on whom nature has fet a mark of deformity. 5 Premifed, for fent before their time. 4 1. c. prepare. The fenfe is, let the flames referved for the lait day be fent now. oi.c. to top. 7 i. e. to obtain. As |