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Mess. My lord, a prize, a prize! here's the lord Say, which sold the town in France; he that made 5 us pay one-and-twenty fifteens, and one shilling to the pound, the last subsidy.

Enter George Bevis, with the lord Say.

Cade. Well, he shall be beheaded for it ten times. -Ah, thou say, thou serge, nay, thou buckram 10 lord! now art thou within point-blank of our jurisdiction regal. What canst thou answer to my majesty, for giving up of Normandy unto monsieur Basimecu, the Dauphin of France? Be it known unto thee by these presence, even the presence of 15 lord Mortimer, that I am the beson 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 20 books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be us'd; and, contrary to the king, his crown, and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill. It will be proved to thy face, that thou hast men about thee, that usually talk of a noun, and a verb;25 and such abominable words, as no christian ear can endure to hear. Thou hast appointed justices of peace, to call poor men before them about matters they were not able to answer. Moreover, thou hast put them in prison; and, because they 30 could not read', thou hast hang'd them; when, indeed, only for that cause they have been most worthy to live. Thou dost ride on a foot-cloth, dost thou not?

Say. What of that?

Cade. Marry, thou ought'st not to let thy horse wear a cloak, when honester men than thou go in 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
Cade. Away with him, away with him! he
speaks Latin.


And-seeing ignorance is
Knowledge the wing where
Unless you be possess'd v
You cannot but forbear to
This tongue hath parley'd
For your behoof,-

Cade. Tut! when struck

Say. Great men have re
I struck

Those that I never saw, a
George. O monstrous c
behind folks!

Say. These cheeks are Cade. Give him a box make 'em red as Say. Long sitting to deter Hath made me full of sick Cade. Ye shall have a ho the help of a hatchet. Dick. Why dost thou a Say. The palsy, and no Cade. Nay, he nods at I'll be even with you. I' stand steadier on a pole, o and behead him.

Say. Tell me, wherein Have I affected wealth, of Are my chests fill'd up wi Is my apparel sumptuous Whom have I injur'd, that These hands are freefrom g This breastfromharbouring O, let me live!


Cade. I feel remorse in but I'll bridle it; he shall pleading so well for his 40 he has a familiar under not o' God's name. Go, and strike off his head pre into his son-in-law's hous and strike off his head, and two poles hither.

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All. It shall be done. Say. Ah, countrymen! God should be so obdurat How would it fare with y 50 And therefore yet relent, Cade. Away with him, an [Exeu

Say. Hear me but speak, and bear me where you
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; [never.
Prayers and tears have mov'd me, gifts could 55
When have I aught exacted at your hands?

The proudest peer of the head on his shoulders, unl there shall not a maid be m to me her maidenhead' e

Say was the old word for silk; on this depends the series of degradation, serge to buckram. 2 Shakspeare is a little too early with this accusation. hanged because they could not claim the benefit of clergy. 4A footcloth wa which reached as low as his feet.. Dr. Johnson is inclined to think tha passage by chance, and would read: "When have I aught exacted at your the king, the realm, and you?" Mr. Steevens proposes to read, strenuously resolved to the utmost, to, &c. A familiar is a dæmon who Alluding to an ancient usage during the existence of the feudal

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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.

Dick. My lord, when shall we go to Cheapside, and take up commodities upon our bills 1?. Cade. Marry, presently.

All. O brave!

Re-enter one with the heads.

Will he conduct you through the heart of France,
And make the nieanest 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,
5 Unless by robbing of your friends, and us.
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,

Cade. But is not this braver?-Let them kiss one another; for they lov'd 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, we will ride through the streets; and, at 15 every corner, have them kiss 2.-Away. [Exeunt.


Alarum, and retreat. Enter again Cade, and alt his rabblement.

10I see them lording it in London streets,
Crying-Villageois! unto all they meet.
Better, ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry,
Than you 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 victory.


Cade. Up Fish-street! down Saint Magnus' corner! kill and knock down! throw them into Thames![A parley sounded. 25 What noise is this I hear? Dare any be so bold to sound retreat and parley, when I command them kill?

Enter Buckingham, and old Clifford, attended.
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 mis-led;
And here pronounce free pardon to them all,
That will forsake thee, and go home in peace.

Clif. What say ye, countrymen? will ye 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. A Clifford! a Clifford! we'll follow the king, and Clifford.

Cade. Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro, as this multitude? The name of Henry the fifth hales them to an hundred mischiefs, and makes them leave me desolate. I see them lay their heads together, to surprize me: my sword make way for me, for here is no staying.—In despight of the devils and hell, have through the very midst of you! and heavens and honour be witness, that no want of resolution in me, but only my folflowers' base and ignominious treasons, makes me betake me to my heels. [Exit. Buck. What, is he fled? go some, and follow him; And he, that brings his head unto the king, Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward.

[Exeunt some of them. 35 Follow me, soldiers; we'll devise a mean To reconcile you all unto the king.


Kenelworth Castle.


40 Sound trumpets. Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, and Somerset, on the Terras.

All. God save the king! God save the king!
Cade. What, Buckingham, and Clifford, are ye 45
so brave? And you, base peasants, do ye believe
him? will you needs be hang'd with your pardons
about your necks? Hath my sword therefore broke
through London gates, that you should leave me
at the White-hart in Southwark? I thought, ye 50
would never have given out these arms, 'till you
had recover'd your ancient freedom: but you are
all recreants, and dastards; and delight to live in
slavery to the nobility. Let them break your
backs with burdens, take your houses over your 55
heads, ravish_your wives and daughters before
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?


K. Henry. Was ever king, that joy'd an earthly


And could command no more content than I?
No sooner was I crept out of my cradle,
But I was made a king, at nine months old;
Was never subject long'd to be a king,
As I do long and wish to be a subject.

Enter Buckingham and Clifford.
Buck. Health and glad tidings, to your majesty!
K. Henry. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor
Cade surpriz'd?

Or is he but retir'd to make him strong?
Enter below, multitudes, with halters about their necks.
Clif. He's fled, my lord, and all his powers do


And humbly thus with halters on their necks
Expect your highness' doom, of life or death.
K. Henry. Then, heaven, set ope thy everlasting

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Soldiers, this day have you redeem'd your lives, And shew'd how well you love your prince and country:

Continue still in this so good a mind,
And Henry, though he be unforttinate,
Assure yourselves, will never be unkind:
And so, with thanks, and pardon to you all,
I do dismiss you to your several countries.
All. God save the king! God save the king!
Enter a Messenger.

Mes. Please it your grace to be advertised,
The duke of York is newly come from Ireland;
And with a puissant and a mighty power,
Of Gallow-glasses, 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. Henry. 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 now is Cade driven back, his men dispers'd;
And now is York in arms, to second him.-
I pray thee, Buckingham, go 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.

drink in; and now the word sallet must serve me to feed on.

Enter Iden, with Servants.

Iden. Lord, who would live turmoiled in the 5 And may enjoy such quiet walks as these? [court, This small inheritance, my father left me, Contenteth me, and 's worth a monarchy. I seek not to wax great by others' waining; Or gather wealth, I care not with what envy; 10 Sufficeth, that I have maintains my state, And sends the poor well pleased from my gate.

Cade. Here's the lord of the soil come to scize me for a stray, for entering his fee-simple without leave. Ah, villain, thou wilt betray me, and get a 15 thousand crowns of the king for carrying my head to him; but I'll make thee eat iron like an ostridge, and swallow my sword like a great pin, ere thou and I part.



Iden. Why, rude companion, whatsoe'er thou be, 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 spight of me the owner, But thou wilt brave me with these saucy terms?

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 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, 30I may never cat grass more.

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, 35 As all things shall redound unto your good.

K. Henry. Come, wife, let's in, and learn tc govern better;

For yet may England curse my wretched reign.


A Garden in Kent.

Enter Jack Cade.

Iden. Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while England

That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent,
Took odds to combat a poor famish'd man.
Oppose thy stedfast-gazing eyes to mine,
See if thou canst out-face 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, compared with this truncheon;
[Exeunt. 40 My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast ;
And if mine arm be heaved in the air,


Cade. Fie on ambition! fie on myself; that have 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, I could stay 50 no longer. Wherefore, on a brick-wall have 1 climb'd into this garden; to see if I can eat grass, 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: 55 for, many a time, but for a sallet2, my brain-pan had been cleft with a brown bill; and, many a time, when I have been dry, and bravely marching, it hath serv'd me instead of a quart-pot to

Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth.

As for more words, whose greatness answers words, Let this my sword report what speech forbears'.

Cade. By my valour, the most complete champion that ever I heard.Steel, if thou turn the edge, or cut not out the burly-bon'd clown in chines of beef ere thou sleep in thy sheath, I beseech Jove on my knees, thou may'st be turn'd to hobnails.

[Here they fight.

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 unconquer'd 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,

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Gallowglasses and Kernes were two orces of foot soldiers among the Irish. corruption from caleta, a helmet, (says Skinner,) quia galea calata fuerunt. more words, whose pomp may answer words, and only words, I shall forbear them, and refer the rest to my sword.


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Iden. How much thou wrong'st me, heaven be my judge. [thee! Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare 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, 10 Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon. [Exit.


Fields near Saint Albans.


Enter York, attended, with drum and colours. York, at a distance from his followers. FROM Ireland thus comes York, to claim his



And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head:
Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bontires,clear and bright, 25
To entertain great England's lawful king.
Ah, sancta majestas! who would not buy thee dear?
Let them obey, that know not how to rule;
This hand was made to handle nought but gold:
I cannot give due action to my words,
Except a sword, or scepter, balance it 2.
A scepter shall it have, have I a soul:
On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France.
Enter Buckingham.

Seditious to his grace, and to the state.

Buck. That is too much presumption on thy part:
But if thy arms be to no other end,
The king hath yielded unto thy demand;
The duke of Somerset is in the Tower.

York. Upon thine honour, is he prisoner?
Buck. Upon mine honour, he is prisoner.
York. Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my

Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves;
Meet me to-morrow in Saint George's field,
You shall have pay, and every thing you wish.-
And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry,
30 Command my eldest son,-nay, all niy sons,―
As pledges of my fealty and love,
I'll send them all as willing as I live;
Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have
Is his to use, so Somerset may die.

Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me? 35
The king hath sent him, sure: I must dissemble.
Buck. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee
York. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy
Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure?


Buck. York, I commend this kind submission: We twain will go into his highness' tent.

Enter King Henry, and Attendants.

K. Henry. Buckingham, doth York intend no
harm to us,

40 That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm ?
York. In all submission and humility,
York doth present himself unto your highness.
K. Henry. Then what intend these forces thou
dost bring?

Buck.A messenger from Henry, our dread liege,
To know the reason of these arms in peace;
Or why, thou-being a subject as I am,-
Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn,
Should'st raise so great a power without his leave, 45
Or dare to bring thy force so near the court.

York. Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great.
Oh, I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint,
I am so angry at these abject terms;
And now, like Ajax Telamonius,

On sheep 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,

York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence; And fight against that monstrous rebel, Cade, Whom since I hear to be discomfited.

Enter Iden, with Cade's head.

Iden. If one so rude, and of so mean condition, 50 May pass into the presence of a king, Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head, The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew. K. Henry. The head of Cade?-Great God, how just art thou!

"Till Henry be more weak, and I more strong.-550, let me view his visage being dead,

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 hither,
Is to remove proud Somerset from the king, 60

That living wrought me such exceeding trouble.
Tell me,my friend, art thou the man that slew him?
Iden. I was, an't like your majesty. [degree?
K. Henry. How art thou call'd? and what is thy
Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name;

'I will make a votive offering of thee, and for that purpose hang thee over the tomb in which I purpose to have my body laid, when I am dead. That is, balance my hand.


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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 tongue be equal 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?
King did I call thee? no, 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 awful princely scepter.
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 scepter 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. O monstrous traitor!-I arrest thee, York,
Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown:
Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace.



York. We thank thee, Clifford: Say, what news with thee?

Nay, do not fright us with an angry look:
We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again;
For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.

Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mistake; But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do :To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad? K. Henry. Ay,Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious humour

Makes him oppose himself against his king. Clif. He is a traitor; let him to the Tower, And crop away that factious pate of his.

2. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey; His sons, he says, shall give their words for him. York. Will you not, sons? [serve.

E. Plan. Ay, noble father, if our words will R. Plan. And if words will not, then our wea

pons shall.

[here! Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so; I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.Call hither to the stake my two brave bears', That, with the very shaking of their chains, 25 They may astonish these fell lurking curs: Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me. Drums. Enter the Earls of Warwick and Salisbury, Clif. Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to death,



York. Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail.-
[Exit an Attendant. 40
Wouldst have me kneel? first let me ask of these,
If they can brook I bow a knee to man.-
I know, ere they will let me go to ward,
They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement.
2. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come

To say, if that the bastard boys of York
Shall be the surety for their traitor father.

York. O blood-bespotted Neapolitan,
Out-cast of Naples, England's bloody scourge !
The sons of York, thy betters in their birth,
Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those
That for my surety will refuse the boys.
Enter Edward and Richard.

Sce, where they come; I'll warrant, they'll make
it good.

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And manacle the bear-ward in their chains,
If thou dar'st bring them to the baiting-place.
R. Plan. Oft have I seen a hot o'er-weening cur
Run back and bite, because he was withheld;
Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw,
Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs, and cry'd:
And such a piece of service will you do,


If you oppose yourselves to match lord Warwick. Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump, As crooked in thy manners as thy shape! York. Nay, we shall heat you thorougly anon. Clif. Take heed, lest by your heat you burn [to bow?K. Henry. Why,Warwick, hath thy knee forgot Old Salisbury, shame to thy silver hair, Thou mad mis-leader of thy brain-sick son! What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian, And seck for sorrow with thy spectacles?Oh, where is faith? oh, where is loyalty? If it be banish'd from the frosty head, 50 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 hast it? 55 For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me, That bows unto the grave with mickle age.

Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself The title of this most renowned duke; And in my conscience do repute his grace 60 The rightful heir to England's royal seat. [me? K. Henry. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto Sal. I have.

The Nevils, carls of Warwick, had a bear and ragged staff for their cognizance. baiting was anciently a royal sport.

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K. Henry.

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