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prayers, * God obe so obdurate as yourselves, *How would it fare with your departed souls? *And therefore yet relent, and save my life.

* Cade. Away with him, and do as I command

ye. [Ereunt some, with Lord Say. “The proudest peer in the realm shall not wear a “head on his shoulders, unless he pay me tribute; “there shall not a maid be married, but she shall “pay to me hermaidenheadere they have it: Men “shall hold of me in capite; and we charge and ‘command, that their wives be as free as heart can

wish, or tongue can tell.

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‘and take up commodities upon our bills?

“Cade. Marry, presently.

“...All. Obravel Re-enter Rebels, with the heads of Lord Say and

his son-in-law.

“Cade. But is not this braver?—Let them kiss “one another, for they loved well, when they were “alive. Now part them again, lest they consult “about the giving up of some more towns in France. “Soldiers, defer the spoil of the city until night: “for with these borne before us, instead of maces, ‘will we ride through the streets; and, at every ‘corner, have them kiss-Away! [Exeunt.

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“Buck. Ay, here they be that dare and will disturb thee: ‘Know, Cade, we come ambassadors from the king “ Unto the commons whom thou hast misled; “And here pronounce free pardon to them all, “That will forsake thee, and go home in peace. “Cliff. What say ye, countrymen? willye relent, “And yield to mercy, whilst 'tis offer'd you; “Or let a rabble lead you to your deaths? “Who loves the king, and will embrace his pardon, “Fling up his cap, and say—God save his majesty! “Who hateth him, and honours not his father, “Henry the Fifth, that made all France to quake, “Shake he his weapon at us, and pass by. “...All. God save the king! God'save the king! “Cade. What, Buckingham, and Clifford, are ye “so brave?—And you, base peasants, do ye be‘lieve him? will you needs be hanged with your ‘pardons about your necks? Hath my sword there- §. broke through London Gates, that you should “leave me at the White Hart in Southwark? I “thought, ye would never have given out these arms, ‘till you had recovered your ancient freedom: but “you are all recreants, and dastards; and delight “to live in slavery to the nobility. Let them break

(1) A daemon who was supposed to attend at call.

“your backs with burdens, take your houses over ‘your heads, ravish your wives and daughters be“fore your faces: For me, I will make shift for ‘one; and so—God's curse light upon you all! “...All. We'll follow Cade, we'll follow Cade. * Clif. Is Cade the son of Henry the Fifth, ‘That thus you do exclaim—you'll go with him? ‘Will he conduct you through the heart of France, “And make the meanest of you earls and dukes? ‘Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to; “Nor knows he how to live, but by the spoil “Unless, by robbing of your friends, ...}. ‘Wer’t not a shame, that whilst you live at jar, “The fearful French, whom you late vanquished, “Should make a start o'er seas, and vanquish you? ‘Methinks, already, in this civil broil, “I see them lording it in London streets, ‘Crying—Villageois! unto all they meet. “Better, ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry, “Thanyou should stoop unto a Frenchman's mercy. “To France, to France, and get what you have lost; Spare England, for it is your native coast: “Henry hath money, you are strong and manly; “God on our side, doubt not of Yictoo “...All. A Clifford ' a Clifford! we'll follow the k o Clifford. i. . Was ever feather solightly blown to and “fro, as this multitude? the name of Henry the “Fifth hales them to a hundred mischiefs, and makes ‘them leave me desolate. I see them lay their “heads together, to surprise me: my sword make ‘way for me, for here is no staying—In despite of ‘the devils and hell, have o. the very midst ‘of you! and heavens and honour be witness, that ‘no want of resolution in me, but only my followers' “base and ignominious treasons, makes me betake ‘me to my heels. [Exit. 4. But, What, is he fled? go some, and follow m; “And he, that brings his head unto the king, “Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward.— [..." some of them. “Follow me, soldiers; we'll devise a mean “To reconcile you all unto the king. [Ereunt.

SCENTE IX—Kenelworth Castle. Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, and Somerset, on the terrace of the castle.

* K. Hen. Was everking that joy'd an earthly

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* Mess. Please it your grace to be advértised, * The duke of York is newly come from Ireland: *And with a puissant and a mighty power, * Of Gallowglasses, and stout Kernes, *Is marching hitherward in proud array; *And still proclaimeth, as he comes along, * His arms are only to remove from thee “The duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traitor. * K. Hen. Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and York distress'd; * Like to a ship, that, having scap'd a tempest, * Is straightway calm'd and boarded with a pirate: *But nowa is Cade driven back, his men dispers'd; * And now is York in arms to second him.— * I pray thee, Buckingham, go forth and meet him; *And ask him, what's the reason of these arms. * Tell him, I'll send duke Edmund to the Tower;* And, Somerset, we will commit thee thither, * Until his army be dismiss'd from him. * Som. My lord, * I'll yield myself to prison willingly, * Or unto death, to do my country good. * K. Hen. In any case, be not too rough in terms; * For he is fierce, and cannot brook hard language. * Buck. I will, my lord; and doubt not so to deal, * As all things shall redound unto your good. * K. Hen. Come, wife, let's in, and learn to govern better; * For yet may England curse my wretched reign. Exeunt.

SCENE X.—Kent. Iden's garden. EnterCade.

* Cade. Fieonambition! fie on myself; thathave * a sword, and yet am ready to famish' These five * days have I hid me in these woods; and durst not * peep out, for all the country is lay'd for me; but * now am I so hungry, that if I might have a lease * of my life for a thousand years, f'. stay no * longer. Wherefore, onabrick-wallhave I climbed * into this garden; to see if I can eatgrass, or pick * a sallet another while, which is not amiss to cool * a man's stomach this hot weather. And, I think, * this word sallet was born to do me good: for, * many a time, but for a sallet, my brain-pan had * been cleft with a brown bill; and, many a time, * when I have been dry, and bravely marching, it * hath served me instead of a quart-pot to drink *in; and how the word sallet must serve me to * feed on

Enter Iden, with Servants.

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

“And may enjoy such quiet walks as these?
“This small inheritance, my father left me,
“Contenteth me, and is worth a monarchy.
*I seek not to wax great by others' waning;
“Or gather wealth, I care not with what envy;
“Sufficeth, that I have maintains my state,

(1) Two orders of foot-soldiers among the Irish. (2) Only just now. (3) A kind of helmet. **** - i.

“And sends the poor well-pleased from my gate. “Cade. Here's the lord of the soil come to seize ‘me for a stray, for entering his fee-simple without “leave. Ah, villain, thou wilt betray me, and get “a thousand crowns of the king, for carrying my “head to him; but I'll make thee eat iron like ar. ‘ostrich, and swallow my sword like a great pin, ‘ere thou and I part. “Iden. Why, rude companion, whatsoe'erthoube, “I know thee not; Why then should I betray thee? ‘Is’t not enough, to break into my garden, “And, like a thief, to come to rob my grounds, “Climbing my walls in spite of me the owner, “But thou wilt brave me with these saucy terms? Cade, Brave thee? ay, by the best blood that ever was broached, and beard thee too. Look on me well: I have eat no meat these 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, I may never eat grass more. “Iden. Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while England stands, That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent, Took odds to combat a poor famish'd man. ‘Oppose thy steadfast-gazing eyes to mine, ‘See if thou canst outface me with thy looks. “Set limb to limb, and thou art far the lesser; “Thy hand is but a finger to my fist; “Thy leg a stick, compar'd with this truncheon; “My o fight with all the strength thou ast; “And if mine arm be heaved in the air, “Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth. * Asformore jo whose greatness answers words, “Let this my sword report what speech forbears. * Cade. By my valour, the most complete cham* pion that ever I heard.—‘Steel, if thou turn the ‘edge, or cut not out the burly-boned clown in “chines of beef ere thou sleep in thy sheath, I be‘seech God on my knees, thou mayest be turned to ‘hob-nails. [They fight. Cade falls.) O, I am “slain! famine, and no other, hath slain me: let “ten thousand devils come against me, and give ‘me but the ten meals I have lost, and I'd defy ‘them all. Wither, garden; and be henceforth a “burying-place to all that do dwell in this house, “because the unconquered soul of Cade is fled. “Iden. Is’t Cade that I have slain, that monstrous traitor? ‘Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed, “And hang thee o'er my tomb, when I am dead: * Ne'er shall this blood be wi from thy point; *But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat, *To emblaze the honour that thy master got. “Cade. Iden, farewell; and be proud of thy vic‘tory; Tell Kent from me, she hath lost her best ‘man, and exhort all the world to be cowards; for ‘I, that never feared any, am vanquished by fam‘ine, not by valour. [Dies. * Iden. How much thou wrong'st me," heaven be my judge. * Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare thee! *And as I thrust thy body in with my sword, *So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell. “Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels “Unto a dunghill, which shall be thy grave, “And there cut off thy most ungracious head; “Which I will bear in triumph to the king, ‘Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon. [Exit, dragging out the body

(4) i. e. In supposing that I am proud of my vic

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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,
‘9m sheep or oxen could I spend my fury!}.Aside.
‘I am far better born than is the king;
“More like a king, more kingly in my
thoughts:
“But I must make fairweather yet awhile,
‘Till Henry be more weak, and I more
stronor.-
“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 or,
“Is—to remove proud Somerset from the king,
“Seditious to his grace, and to the state.
“Buck. That is too much presumption on thy

rt: *But if dom. be to no other end, “The king hath yielded unto thy demand; “The duke of Somerset is in the Tower. York. §: thine honour, is he prisoner? Buck. mine honour, he is prisoner. “York. Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my powers.“Soldiers, I thank you all: disperse yourselves; * Meet me to-morrow in Saint §. field, “You shall have pay, and everything 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, armour, anything I have *Ishis to use, so Somerset may die. - “Buck. York, I commend this kind submission: We twain will go into his highness' tent.

(1) i. e. Balance my hand.

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‘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 &. 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.
“Tellme, my friend, art thoutheman that slew him?

“Iden. I was, an’t like your majesty.

K. H. How art thou call'd? and what is thy

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“Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name;
“A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king.

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anniss

* He were created knignt for his good service.

“K. Hen. Iden, kneel down. [He kneels.] Rise

up a knight. “We give o for reward a thousand marks; “And will, that thou henceforth attend on us. “Iden. May Iden live to merit such abounty, And never live but true unto his liegel • K. Hen. See, Buckingham! Somerset comes with the queen; “Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. Enter Queen Margaret and Somerset. ‘Q.Mar. For thousandYorks he shall not hile his head, “But boldly stand, and front him to his face. • York. How now! Is Somerset at liberty? “Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison'd thoughts, “And let thy o: be ...i 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? • Kingdidi call theong, 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 ...] princely sceptre. ‘That gold must round engirt these brows of mine; ‘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. Omonstrous traitor!—I arrest thee, York, “Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown: * Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace. * York. Would'st 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; [Erit an attendant. *I know, ere they will have me go toward,”

(2) Custody, confinement.

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*Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son!— *What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruflian, *And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles? *O, where is faith? O, where is j * If it be banish'd from the frosty head, * Where shall it find a harbour in the earth?— * Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war, *And shame thine honourable age with blood? * Why art thou old, and want'st experience * Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hastit? * For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me, * That bows unto the grave with mickle age. *Sal. My lord, I have considered with myself * The title of this most renowned duke; *And in my conscience do repute his grace * The rightful heir to England's royal seat. * K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto

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true. * War. You were best to go to bed, and dream again, To keep the from the tempest of the field. Clif I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm, Than any thou canst conjure up to-day; And that I'll write upon thy burgonet, Might I but know thee by thy household badge, War. Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's rest

crest,

The rampant bear chain'd to the staff,
This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,
(As on a mountain-top the cedar shows,
That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm.)
Even to affright thee with the view thereof.

Clif: offrom thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, And tread it under foot with all contempt, o ite the bear-ward that protects the bear.

* Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father, “To quels the rebels, and their 'complices.

Rich. Fie! charity, for shame! speak not inspite, For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night.

4. #. Clif. Foul stigmatic," that's more than thou

canst tell. Rich, If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in

hell. [Ereunt severally.

SCENTE II—Saint Albans. Alarums: Excur-
sions. Enter Warwick.
War. Clifford of Cumberland,’tis Warwick calls:
And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear,
Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarm,
And dead men's cries do fill the empty air-

(3) Helmet. (4) One on whom nature has set a mark of desormity, a stigma.

Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me!
Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland,
Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms.
Enter York.
“How now, my noble lord? what, all a-foot?
York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my

steed; “But matchtomatch I have encountered him, “And made a prey for carrion kites and crows “Even of the bonny beast he lov’d so well.

Enter Clifford. • JP ar. Of one or both of us the time is come.

York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other

chace, For I myself must hunt this deer to death. War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou fight'st— *As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd, #. it Warwick. • Clif. What seest thou in me, York? Why dost thou pause? “York. With thy bravebearing should Ibeinlove, “But that thou art so fast mine enemy. • Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and

esteem, “But that 'tis shown ignobly, and in treason. • York. So let it help me now against thy sword, *As I in justice and true right express it: • Clif My soul and body on the action both — • York. A dreadfullay!—address thee instantly. [They fight, and Clifford falls. “Clif La fin couronne les aruvres. [Dies. “York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still. “Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will! [Exit.

Enter Young Clifford. * Y. Clif Shame and confusion! all is on the rout; *Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds * Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell, * Whoon angry heavens do make their minister, * Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part * Hot coals of vengeance!—Let no soldier fly: * He that is truly dedicate to war, * Hath no self-love; nor he, that loves himself, * Hath not essentially, but by circumstance, * The name of valour.—0, let the vile world end, [Seeing his dead father. *And the premised? flames of the last day * Knit earth and heaven together! * Now let the general trumpet blow his blast, * Particularities and petty sounds *To cease 5–Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, *To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve" * The silver livery of j. age; * And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus *To die in ruffian battle?—Even at this sight, * My heart is turn'd to stone: and, while ’tis mine, *It shall be stony. York not our old men spares: * No more will stheir babes: tears virginal * Shall be to me even as the dew to fire; *And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims, * Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax. * Henceforth, I will not have to do with pity:

(1) A dreadful wager; a tremendous stake. (2) Sent before their time. (3) Stop. (4., Obtain. (5) Considerate.

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* York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him; * That winter lion, who, in rage, forgets * Aged contusions and all brush of time;" * And, like a gallant in the brow of youth, s * Repairs him with occasion: this happy day * Is not itself, nor have we won one foot, * If Salisbury be lost.

Rich. My noble father, “Three times to-day I hop him to his horse, “Three times bestrid him, thrice I led him off, “Persuaded him from any further act: “But still, where danger was, still there I met him; *And like rich hangings in a homely house, *So was his will in his old feeble body. * But, noble as he is, look where he comes

(6) For o: (7) i. e. gradual detrition of time. (8) i. e. The height of youth: the brow of a hill

is its summit.

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