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Bring the strong poison that I bought of him. *K. Hen. O thou eternal Mover of the heavens, *Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch!

O, beat away the busy meddling fiend, *That lays strong siege unto this wretch's soul, * And from his bosom purge this black despair! War. See, how the pangs of death do make him

grin.

*Sal. Disturb him not, let him pass peaceably. *K. Hen. Peace to his soul, if God's good pleasure be!

'Lord cardinal, if thou think'st on heaven's bliss, Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope.'He dies, and makes no sign; O God, forgive him! 'War. So bad a death argues a monstrous life. K. Hen. Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all. • Close up his eyes, and draw the curtain close; 'And let us all to meditation.

ACT IV.

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SCENE I-Kent. The sea-shore near Dover. Firing heard at sea. Then enter from a boat, a Captain, a Master, a Master's Mate, Walter Whitmore, and others; with them Suffolk, and other Gentlemen, prisoners.

* Cap. The gaudy, blabbing, and remorsefull day Is crept into the bosom of the sea; *And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades *That drag the tragic melancholy night;

Who with their drowsy, slow, and flagging wings, Clip dead men's graves, and from their misty jaws * Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air. *Therefore, bring forth the soldiers of our prize; *For, whilst our pinnace anchors in the Downs, *Here shall they make their ransom on the sand, * Or with their blood stain this discolour'd shore. 'Master, this prisoner freely give I thee;

And thou that art his mate, make boot of this;'The other, [Pointing to Suff.] Walter Whitmore, is thy share.

'1 Gent. What is my ransom, master? let me

know.

Mast. A thousand crowns, or else lay down your head.

'Mate. And so much shall you give, or off goes

yours.

* Cap. What, think you much to pay two thousand crowns,

And bear the name and port of gentlemen?* Cut both the villains' throats;-for die you shall;| *The lives of those which we have lost in fight, *Cannot be counterpois'd with such a petty sum.

#1 Gent. I'll give it, sir; and therefore spare my life.

*2 Gent. And so will I, and write home for it straight.

'Whit. I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboard,

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Suff. Thy name affrights me, in whose sound is death.

A cunning man did calculate my birth,
And told me that by Water I should die:
Yet let not this make thee be bloody minded:
Thy name is-Gualtier, being rightly sounded.
Whit. Gualtier, or Walter, which it is, I care
not;

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Ne'er yet did base dishonour blur our name,
But with our sword we wip'd away the blot;
Therefore, when merchant-like I sell revenge,
Broke be my sword, my arms torn and defac'd,
And I proclaim'd a coward through the world!
[Lays hold on Suffolk.
'Suff. Stay, Whitmore; for thy prisoner is a
prince,

The duke of Suffolk, William de la Poole.
'Whit. The duke of Suffolk, muffled up in rags!
Suff. Ay, but these rags are no part of the duke;
Jove sometime went disguis'd, and why not I?

Cap. But Jove was never slain, as thou shalt be. 'Suff. Obscure and lowly swain, king Henry's blood,

The honourable blood of Lancaster,

Must not be shed by such a jaded groom.2 Hast thou not kiss'd thy hand, and held my stirrup? Bare-headed plodded by my foot-cloth mule, And thought thee happy when I shook my head? How often hast thou waited at my cup, Fed from my trencher, kneel'd down at the board, When I have feasted with queen Margaret? *Remember it, and let it make thee crest-fall'n; Ay, and allay this thy abortive pride :3

How in our voiding lobby hast thou stood, *And duly waited for my coming forth? This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalf, And therefore shall it charm thy riotous tongue. * Whit. Speak, captain, shall I stab the forlorn

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And thou, that smil'dst at good duke Humphrey's death,

Against the senseless winds shalt grin in vain,
Who, in contempt, shall hiss at thee again:
And wedded be thou to the hags of hell,
*For daring to affy a mighty lord

'And therefore, to revenge it, shalt thou die; [To Suffolk. 'And so should these, if I might have my will. * Cap. Be not so rash; take ransom, let him live. Suff. Look on my George, I am a gentleman;* 'Rate me at what thou wilt, thou shalt be paid. 'Whit. And so am I; my name is-Walter Whitmore.

'How now? why start'st thou? what, doth death affright?

(1) Pitiful.
(2) A low fellow.
(3) Pride that has had birth too soon.

* Unto the daughter of a worthless king, Having neither subject, wealth, nor diadem. * By devilish policy art thou grown great, And, like ambitious Sylla, overgorg'd With gobbets of thy mother's bleeding heart. *By thee, Anjou and Maine were sold to France. The false revolting Normans, thorough thee, *Disdain to call us lord; and Picardy

Hath slain their governors, surpris'd our forts, *And sent the ragged soldiers wounded home. *The princely Warwick, and the Nevils all,

(4) To betroth in marriage.

*Whose dreadful swords were never drawn in vain,' of a lath; they have been up these two days. *As hating thee, are rising up in arms: John. They have the more need to sleep now

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*And now the house of York-thrust from the then. crown,

*By shameful murder of a guiltless king,
*And lofty proud encroaching tyranny,-

* Burns with revenging fire; whose hopeful colours
* Advance our half-fac'd sun, striving to shine,
*Under the which is writ-Invitis nubibus.
*The commons here in Kent are up in arms:
* And, to conclude, reproach, and beggary,
*Is crept into the palace of our king,
*And all by thee:-Away! convey him hence.
*Suff. O that I were a god, to shoot forth thunder
*Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges!
* Small things make base men proud: this villain
here,

'Being captain of a pinnace, threatens more
'Than Bargulus the strong Illyrian pirate.
'Drones suck not eagles' blood, but rob bee-hives.
'It is impossible, that I should die

By such a lowly vassal as thyself.

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Thy words move rage, and not remorse, in me: go of message from the queen to France; 'I charge thee, waft me safely cross the channel. 'Cap. Walter,

'Whit. Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy death.

*Suff. Gelidus timor occupat artus:-'tis thee

I fear.

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'Suff. Suffolk's imperial tongue is stern and rough,

'Us'd to command, untaught to plead for favour. 'Far be it, we should honour such as these

With humble suit: no, rather let my head Stoop to the block, than these knees bow to any, 'Save to the God of heaven, and to my king; And sooner dance upon a bloody pole, 'Than stand uncover'd to the vulgar groom. True nobility is exempt from fear :More can I bear, than you dare execute.

Capt. Hale him away, and let him talk no more. 'Suff. Come, soldiers, show what cruelty ye can, "That this my death may never be forgot! 'Great men oft die by vile bezonians:2

A Roman sworder and banditto slave, 'Murder'd sweet Tully; Brutus' bastard hand 'Stabb'd Julius Cæsar; savage islanders, 'Pompey the great; and Suffolk dies by pirates.

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[Exeunt Suff with Whit. and others. Capt. And as for these whose ransom we have set, It is our pleasure, one of them depart : Therefore come you with us, and let him go. [Exeunt all but the first Gentleman. Re-enter Whitmore, with Suffolk's body. 'Whit. There let his head and lifeless body lie, Until the queen his mistress bury it.

(Exit.

1 Gent. O barbarous and bloody spectacle! His body will I bear unto the king: 'If he revenge it not, yet will his friends; So will the queen, that living held him dear. [Exit, with the body. SCENE II-Blackheath. Enter George Bevis and John Holland.

'Geo. Come, and get thee a sword, though made (1) A pinnace then signified a ship of small burden.

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'Geo. I tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier means to dress the commonwealth, and turn it, and set a new nap upon it.

John. So he had need, for 'tis threadbare. Well, I say, it was never merry world in England, since gentlemen came up.

*Geo. O miserable age! Virtue is not regarded * in handycrafts-men.

'John. The nobility think scorn to go in leather aprons.

*Geo. Nay more, the king's council are no good * workmen.

*John. True; And yet it is said,-Labour in *thy vocation: which is as much to say, as,-let the magistrates be labouring men; and therefore *should we be magistrates.

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* Geo. Thou hast hit it: for there's no better sign of a brave mind, than a hard hand.

* John. I see them! I see them! There's Best's son, the tanner of Wingham;

*Geo. He shall have the skins of our enemies, *to make dog's leather of.

John. And Dick the butcher,

*Geo. Then is sin struck down like an ox, and
iniquity's throat cut like a calf.
*John. And Smith the weaver.

* Geo. Argo, their thread of life is spun.
*John. Come, come, let's fall in with them.

Drum. Enter Cade, Dick the butcher, Smith the
weaver, and others in great number.

Cade. We John Cade, so termed of our supposed father,

Dick. Or rather, of stealing a cade of herrings.3

[Aside.

Cade. for our enemies shall fall before us, inspired with the spirit of putting down kings and princes,-Command silence.

Dick. Silence!

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Cade. My mother a Plantagenet,—
Dick. I knew her well, she was a midwife.

Cade. My wife descended of the Lacies,Dick. She was, indeed, a pedlar's daughter, and sold many laces. [Aside. 'Smith. But, now of late, not able to travel with 'her furred pack, she washes bucks here at home. [Aside.

Cade. Therefore am I of an honourable house. Dick. Ay, by my faith, the field is honourable; and there was he born, under a hedge; for his father had never a house, but the cage. [Aside.

*Cade. Valiant I am.

* Smith. 'A must needs; for beggary is valiant. [Aside.

Cade. I am able to endure much. Dick. No question of that; for I have seen him whipped three market days together. [Aside. Cade. I fear neither sword nor fire. Smith. He need not fear the sword, for his coat is of proof. [Aside. Dick. But, methinks, he should stand in fear of fire, being burnt i'the hand for stealing of sheep. [Aside. Cade. Be brave then; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be, in England, (2) Low men. (3) A barrel of herrings.

seven half-penny loaves sold for a penny: the
three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops; and I will
make it felony, to drink small beer: all the realm*
shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my
palfry go to grass. And, when I am king, (as king
I will be)-

All. God save your majesty!

Cade. I thank you, good people:-there shall 'be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers, and worship me 'their lord.

Dick. The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.

Cade. Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man? Some say, the bee stings: but I say, 'tis the bee's wax, for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never mine own man since. How now? who's there?

Enter some, bringing in the Clerk of Chatham. Smith. The clerk of Chatham: he can write and read, and cast accompt.

Cade. O monstrous!

Smith. We took him setting of boys' copies.
Cade. Here's a villain!

Smith. H'as a book in his pocket, with red let

ters in't.

Cade. Nay, then he is a conjurer.

Dick. Nay, he can make obligations, and write court-hand.

Cade. I am sorry for't: the man is a proper man, ' on mine honour; unless I find him guilty, he shall 'not die,-Come hither, sirrah, I must examine thee: What is thy name?

Clerk. Emmanuel.

Dick. They use to write it on the top of letters; -Twill hard with you.

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Cade. Let me alone:-Dost thou use to write thy name? or hast thou a mark to thyself, like an honest plain-dealing man?

Clerk. Sir, I thank God, I have been so well brought up, that I can write my name.

All. He hath confessed: away with him; he's a 'villain and a traitor.

Cade. Away with him, I say; hang him with 'his pen and inkhorn about his neck. [Exeunt some with the Clerk. Enter Michael.

Mich. Where's our general? Cade. Here I am, thou particular fellow. Mich. Fly, fly, fly! sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother are hard by with the king's forces. 'Cade. Stand, villain, stand, or I'll fell thee down: He shall be encountered with a man as good as himself: He is but a knight, is 'a?

Mich. No.

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*W. Staff. But angry, wrathful, and inclin❜d to blood,

If you go forward: therefore yield, or die. Cade. As for these silken-coated slaves, I pass not;! It is to you, good people, that I speak, * O'er whom, in time to come, I hope to reign; * For I am rightful heir unto the crown.

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Staff. Villain, thy father was a plasterer;
And thou thyself, a shearman, Art thou not?
Cade. And Adam was a gardener.
'W. Staff. And what of that?

Cade. Marry, this :-Edmund Mortimer, earl of
March,

Married the duke of Clarence' daughter; Did he not?
Staff. Ay, sir.

Cade. By her, he had two children at one birth.
W. Staff. That's false.

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Cade. Ay, there's the question; but, I say, 'tis

true :

The elder of them, being put to nurse,

Was by a beggar-woman stol'n away;
And, ignorant of his birth and parentage,
Became a bricklayer, when he came to age:
His son am I; deny it, if you can.

Dick. Nay, 'tis too true; therefore he shall be

king.

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*Cade. He lies, for I invented it myself. [Aside.] -Go to, sirrah, Tell the king from me, that-for his father's sake, Henry the Fifth, in whose time boys went to span-counter for French crowns,-I am content he shall reign; but I'll be protector over him. 'Dick. And, furthermore, we'll have the lord Say's head, for selling the dukedom of Maine.

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Cade. And good reason; for thereby is England puissance holds it up. Fellow kings, I tell you, maimed, and fain to go with a staff, but that my that my lord Say hath gelded the commonwealth, and made it an eunuch: and more than that, he can speak French, and therefore he is a traitor. Staff. O gross and miserable ignorance! 'Cade. Nay, answer, if you can: The French'men are enemies: go to then, I ask but this; Can he, that speaks with the tongue of an enemy, be a good counsellor, or no?

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*All. No, no; and therefore we'll have his head. *W. Staff. Well, seeing gentle words will not prevail,

*Assail them with the army of the king.

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Staff. Herald, away; and, throughout every

town,

Proclaim them traitors that are up with Cade;
That those, which fly before the battle ends,
May, even in their wives' and children's sight,
Be hang'd up for example at their doors:--
And you, that be the king's friends, follow me.
[Exeunt the two Staffords, and forces.
*Cade. And you, that love the commons, follow

me.

Now show yourselves men, 'tis for liberty.
We will not leave one lord, one gentleman:
Spare none, but such as go in clouted shoon;2

For they are thrifty honest men, and such

*As would (but that they dare not) take our parts. *Dick. They are all in order, and march to

ward us.

* Cade. But then are we in order, when we are l'Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless; * most out of order. Come, march forward.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III-Another part of Blackheath. Alarums. The two parties enter and fight, and

both the Staffords are slain.

'Cade. Where's Dick, the butcher of Ashford? 'Dick. Here, sir.

'Cade. They fell before thee like sheep and oxen, ' and thou behavedst thyself as if thou hadst been in 'thine own slaughter-house: therefore thus will I ' reward thee, The Lent shall be as long again as it is; and thou shalt have a license to kill for a hundred lacking one.

Dick. I desire no more.

*Cade. And, to speak truth, thou deservedst no *less. This monument of the victory will I bear: * and the bodies shall be dragged at my horse' heels,|| * till I do come to London, where we will have the * mayor's sword borne before us.

* Dick. If we mean to thrive and do good, break open the gaols, and let out the prisoners.

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Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother's death Hath given them heart and courage to proceed:

All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen,

They call-false caterpillars, and intend their

death.

*K. Hen. O graceless men! they know not what they do.

Buck. My gracious lord, retire to Kenelworth, Until a power be rais'd to put them down. *Q. Mar. Ah! were the duke of Suffolk now alive,

*These Kentish rebels would be soon appeas'd. 'K. Hen. Lord Say, the traitors hate thee,

Therefore away with us to Kenelworth.

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Say. So might your grace's person be in danger;
The sight of me is odious in their eyes:
And therefore in this city will I stay,
And live alone as secret as I may.

Enter another Messenger.

* 2 Mes. Jack Cade hath gotten London-bridge; the citizens

Cade. Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come,* Fly and forsake their houses: * let's march towards London.

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[Exeunt.

SCENE IV-London. A room in the palace. Enter King Henry, reading a supplication; the duke of Buckingham, and lord Say with him: at a distance, Queen Margaret, mourning over Suffolk's head.

* Q. Mar. Oft have I heard-that grief softens the mind,

* And makes it fearful and degenerate; *Think therefore on revenge, and cease to weep. * But who can cease to weep, and look on this? *Here may his head lie on my throbbing breast: * But where's the body that I should embrace? 'Buck. What answer makes your grace to the 'rebels' supplication?

*K. Hen. I'll send some holy bishop to entreat: For God forbid, so many simple souls Should perish by the sword; And I myself, 'Rather than bloody war shall cut them short, ♦ Will parley with Jack Cade their general.— 'But stay, I'll read it over once again.

*Q. Mar. Ah, barbarous villains! hath this lovely face

*Rul'd, like a wandering planet,1 over me;
*And could it not enforce them to relent,
*That were unworthy to behold the same?

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K. Hen. Lord Say, Jack Cade hath sworn to have thy head.

Say. Ay, but I hope, your highness shall have his. K. Hen. How now, madam? Still Lamenting, and mourning for Suffolk's death? I fear, my love, if that I had been dead, Thou wouldest not have mourn'd so much for me. Q. Mar. No, my love, I should not mourn, but die for thee.

Enter a Messenger.

*K. Hen. How now! what news? why com'st thou in such haste?

'Mess. The rebels are in Southwark; Fly, my lord!

Jack Cade proclaims himself lord Mortimer, "Descended from the duke of Clarence' house: And calls your grace usurper, openly, And vows to crown himself in Westminster. His army is a ragged multitude

(1) Predominated irresistibly over my passions; as the planets over those born under their influence.

The rascal people, thirsting after prey, To spoil the city, and your royal court. *Join with the traitor; and they jointly swear, *Buck. Then linger not, my lord; away,

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SCENE V-The same. The Tower. Lord Scales, and others, on the Walls. Then enter certain Citizens, below.

Scales. How now? is Jack Cade slain?

1 Cit. No, my lord, nor likely to be slain; for they have won the bridge, killing all those that withstand them: The lord mayor craves aid of your honour from the Tower, to defend the city from the rebels.

Scules. Such aid as I can spare, you shall command;

But I am troubled here with them myself, The rebels have assay'd to win the Tower. But get you to Smithfield, and gather head, And thither I will send you Matthew Gough: Fight for your king, your country, and your lives; And so farewell, for I must hence again. [Exeunt. SCENE VI-The same. Cannon Street. Enter Jack Cade, and his followers. He strikes his staff on London-stone.

Cade. Now is Mortimer lord of this city. And here, sitting upon London-stone, I charge and command, that, of the city's cost, the pissing-conduit run nothing but claret wine this first year of our reign. And now, henceforward, it shall be treason any that calls me other than-lord Mortimer.

for

Enter a Soldier, running.

Sold. Jack Cade! Jack Cade! Cade. Knock him down there. [They kill him. *Smith. If this fellow be wise, he'll never call * you Jack Cade more; I think, he hath a very fair warning.

Dick. My lord, there's an army gathered to-wear a cloak, when honester men than thou go in gether in Smithfield.

Cade. Come then, let's go fight with them: But, first, go and set London-bridge on fire; and, if you* can, burn down the Tower too. Come, let's away. [Exeunt.

SCENE VII.-The same. Smithfield. Alarum. Enter, on one side, Cade and his company; on the other, citizens, and the king's forces, headed by Matthew Gough. They fight; the citizens' are routed, and Matthew Gough is slain.

Cade. So, sirs:-Now go some and pull down the Savoy; others to the inns of court; down with

them all.

Dick. I have a suit unto your lordship.

Cade. Be it a lordship, thou shalt have it for that word.

Dick. Only, that the laws of England may come 'out of your mouth.

John. Mass, 'twill be sore law then; for he 'was thrust in the mouth with a spear, and 'tis not whole yet. [Aside. Smith. Nay, John, it will be stinking law; for 'his breath stinks with eating toasted cheese.

[Aside. Cade. I have thought upon it, shall be so. 'Away, burn all the records of the realm; my 'mouth shall be the parliament of England.

*John. Then we are like to have biting statutes, * unless his teeth be pulled out. [Aside. *Cade. And henceforward all things shall be

* in common.

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their hose and doublets.

*Dick. And work in their shirt too; as myself,
for example, that am a butcher.
Say. You men of Kent,-

Dick. What say you of Kent?
"Say. Nothing but this: 'Tis bona terra, mala
gens.

Cade. Away with him, away with him! he speaks Latin.

*Say. Hear me but speak, and bear me where
you will.

Kent, in the commentaries Cæsar writ,
Is term'd the civil'st place of all this isle:
Sweet is the country, because full of riches;
The people liberal, valiant, active, wealthy;
Which makes me hope you are not void of pity.
I sold not Maine, I lost not Normandy;
*Yet, to recover them, would lose my life.
Justice with favour have I always done;
Prayers and tears have mov'd me, gifts could

never.

When have I aught exacted at your hands,
Kent to maintain, the king, the realm, and you?
*Large gifts have I bestow'd on learned clerks,
Because my book preferr'd me to the king:
*And, seeing ignorance is the curse of God,
Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to
heaven,

Unless you be possess'd with devilish spirit,
You cannot but forbear to murder me.
This tongue hath parley'd unto foreign kings
*For your behoof,--

*Cade. Tut! when struck'st thou one blow in * the field?

* Say. Great men have reaching hands: oft have I struck

*Those that I never saw, and struck them dead. *Geo. O monstrous coward! what, to come be

hind folks?

* Say. These cheeks are pale for watching for your good.

*Cade. Give him a box on the ear, and that will make 'em red again.

Say. Long sitting to determine poor men's

causes

Hath made me full of sickness and diseases.
*Cade. Ye shall have a hempen caudle then,
and the pap of a hatchet.

'Dick. Why dost thou quiver, man?

Say. The palsy, and not fear, provoketh me.

Enter George Bevis, with the Lord Say. 'Cade. Well, he shall be beheaded for it ten times.--Ah, thou say,2 thou serge, nay, thou buck6 ram lord! now art thou within point-blank of our 'jurisdiction regal. What canst thou answer to my majesty, for giving up of Normandy unto mon'sieur Basimecu, the dauphin of France? Be it 'known unto thee by these presence, even the presence of lord Mortimer, that I am the besom that 'must sweep the court clean of such filth as thou 'art. Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the 'youth of the realm, in erecting a grammar-school: and whereas, before, our fore-fathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used; and, contrary to the king, his crown, and dignity, thou hast built a papermill. It will be proved to thy face, that thou hast ⚫ men about thee, that usually talk of a noun, and 'a verb; and such abominable words, as no Chris-* ⚫tian ear can endure to hear. Thou hast appointed justices of peace, to call poor men before them about matters that they were not able to answer. Moreover, thou hast put them in prison; and be⚫cause they could not read, thou hast hanged them;3* when, indeed, only for that cause they have been 'most worthy to live. Thou dost ride on a foot-*O, let me live! cloth,4 dost thou not?

Say. What of that?

Cade. Marry, thou oughtest not to let thy horse

(1) A fifteen was the fifteenth part of all the moveables, or personal property, of each subject. (2) Say was a kind of serge.

(3) ie. They were hanged because they could|| not claim the benefit of clergy.

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Cade. Nay, he nods at us; as who should say, I'll be even with you. I'll see if his head will stand steadier on a pole, or no: Take him away, and behead him.

*Say. Tell me, wherein I have offended most?
Have I affected wealth or honour; speak?
Are my chests fill'd up with extorted gold?
Is my apparel sumptuous to behold?
Whom have I injur'd, that you seek my death?
These hands are free from guiltless blood-shed-
ding,6

This breast from harbouring foul deceitful
thoughts.

*Cade. I feel remorse in myself with his words: but I'll bridle it; he shall die, an it be but for pleading so well for his life. Away with him! he

(4) A foot-cloth was a kind of housing, which covered the body of the horse.

(5) In consequence of.

(6) i. e. These hands are free from shedding guiltless or innocent blood.

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