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Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just; The world shall not be ransom for thy life.--
And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Come, Warwick, come, good Warwick, go with me;
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. I have great matters to impart to thee.

(A noise within,

(Exeunt K. Henry, Warwick, Lords, etc. Q. Mar. What noise is this?

P. Mar. Mischance, and sorrow, go along with you! Re-enter SUFFOLK and WARWICK, with their wea- leart's discontent, and sour affliction,


Be playfellows to keep you company!
K. Hen. Why, how now, lords? your wrathful There's two of you; the devil make a third,
weapons drawn

And threefold vengeance tend upon your steps! Here in our presence? dare you be so bold? Suf: Cease, gentle queen, these execratioos, Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here? And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave.

Suf. The traitorous Warwick, with the men of Bury, Q. Mar. Fyc, coward woman, and soft-hearted Set all upon me, mighty sovereign.

wretch ! Noise of a crowd within. Re-enter SALISBURY. Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemies ? Sul. Sirs, stand apart; the king shall know your Suf. A plague upon them! wherefore should I curse mind.

(Speaking to those within. them?
Dread lord, the commons send you word by me, Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan,
Unless false Suffolk straight be done to death, I would invent as bitter-searching terms,
Or banished fair England's territories,

As curst, as harsh, and horrible to hear,
They will by violence tear him from your palace, Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth,
And torture him with grievous ling'ring death. With full as many signs of deadly hate,
They say, by him the good duke Humphrey died; As lean-fac'd Envy in her loathsome cave:
They say, in him they fear your highness' death: My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words;
And mere instinct of love, and loyalty,


eyes should sparkle like the beaten fint; Free from a stubborn opposite intent,

My hair be fix'd ou end, as one distract; As being thought to contradict your liking, - Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban : Makes them thus forward in his banishment. And even now my burden'd heart would break, They say, in care of your most royal person, Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink! That, if your highness should intend to sleep, Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste! And charge -- that no man should disturb your rest, Their sweetest shade, a grove of cypress trees! In pain of your dislike, or pain of death; Their chiefesť prospects, murdering basilisks ! Yet notwithstanding such a strait edict,

Their softest touch, as smart as lizards' stings! Were there a serpent seen, with forked tongue, Their music, frightful as the serpent's hiss; That slily glided towards your majesty,

And boding screech-owls make the concert fall! It were but necessary, you were wak’d;

All the foul terrors in dark-seated hell Lest, being sufler'd in that harmful slumber, Q. Mar. Enough, sweet Saffolk; thou torment'st The mortal worm might make the sleep eternal: thyself'; And therefore do they cry, though you forbid,

And these dread curses – like the sun 'gainst glass, That they will guard you, whe'r you will or uo, Or like an overcharged gun, -- recoil, From such fell serpents as false Suffolk is; And turn the force of them upon thyself. With whose envenomed and fatal sting,

Suf. You bade me ban, and will you bid me leave? Your loving uncle, twenty times his worth, Now, by the ground that I am banishid from, They say, is shamefully berest of life.

Well could I curse away a winter's night, Commons. (Within. An answer from the king, Though standing naked on a mountain top, my lord of Salisbury!

Where biting cold would never let grass grow, Suf. 'Tis like, the commons, rude anpolish'd hiods, And think it but a minute spent in sport. Could send such message to their sovereign: Q. Mar. 0, let me entreat thee, cease! Give me But you, my lord, weru glad to be employ'd,

thy hand, To show how quaint an orator you are:

That I may dew it with my mournful tears; But all the honour Salisbury hath won,

Nor let the rain of heaven wet this place, Is — that he was the lord ambassador,

To wash away my woeful monuments. Sent from a sort of tinkers to the king.

0, could this kiss be printed in thy hand; Commons. [Within.) An answer from the king, or we'll all break in!

That thou might'st think upon these by the seal, K. Hen. Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from me, Through whom a thousand siglis are breath'd for the! I thank them for their tender loving care: So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief; And had I not been cited so by them,

'Tis but surmis'd whilst thou art standing by, Yet did I purpose as they do entreat;

As one that surseits thinking on a want.
For sure, my thoughts do hourly prophesy I will repeal thee, or be weil assur'd,
Mischance unto my state by Suffolk's means. Adventure to be banished myself :
And therefore, — by His majesty I swear,

Aud banished I am, if but from thee.
Whose far unworthy deputy I am,

Go, speak not to me; even now be gone. He shall not breathe infection in this air

O, go not yet !- Even thus two friends, condemrd,
But three days longer, on the pain of death. Embrace, and kiss, and take ten thousand leaves

[Exit Salisbury. Loather a hundred times to part than die.
Q. Mar. O, Henry, let me plead for gentle Suffolk! Yet now farewell; and farewell life with thee!
K. Hen. Ungeatle queen, to call him gentle Suffolk. Suf. Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished,
No more, I say; if thou dost plead for him, Once by the king, and three times thrice by thee.
Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath. 'Tis not the land I care for, wert thou hence ;
Had I but said, I would have kept my word; A wilderness is populous enough,
But, when I swear, it is irrevocable: -

So Suffolk had thy heavenly company,
Sf, after three days' space, thou here be'st found For where thou ari, there is the world itself

, On any ground that I am ruler of,

With every several pleasure in the world;

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(Kisses his hand.


And where thou art not, desolation.

I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him. I can no more: - live thou to joy thy life; He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them. Myself no joy in nonght, but that thou liv'st. Comb down his hair; look! look! it stands upright, Enter Vaux.

Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul! Q. Mar. Whither goes Vaux so fast? what news, I Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary pr’ythee?

Bring the strong poison that I bought of him. Vaux. To signify unto his majesty,

K. Hen. O thou eternal Mover of the heavens, That cardinal Beaufort is at point of death: Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch! For suddenly a grievous sickness took him, O, beat away the busy meddling fiend, That makes him gasp, and stare, and catch the air, That lays strong siege unto this wretch's soul, Blaspheming God, and cursing men on earth. And from his bosom purge this black despair! Sometime, he talks as if duke Humphrey's ghost War. See, how the pangs of death do make him grine Were by his side; sometime, he calls the king, Sal. Disturb him not, let him pass peaceably. And whispers to his pillow, as to him,

K. Hen. Peace to his soul, if God's good pleasure be! The secrets of his overcharged soul:

Lord cardinal, if thou think'st on heaven's bliss, And I am sent to tell his majesty,

Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope. – That even now he cries aloud for him.

He dies, and makes no sign; o God, forgive him! Q. Mar. Go, te' his heavy message to the king. War. So bad a death argues a monstrous life.

[Exit Vaux. K. Flen. Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all. Ah me! what is this world? what news are these? Close up his eyes, and draw the curtain close; But wherefore grieve I at an hour's poor loss, And let us all to meditation.

[Exeunt. Omitting Suffolk's exile, my soul's treasure ? Why only, Suffolk, mourn I not for thee,

IV. And with the southern clouds contend in tears;

A CT Theirs for the earth's increase, mine for my sorrows? SCENE I. - Kent. The sea-shore near Dover. Now, get thee hence: the king, thou know'st, is com- Firing heard at sea. Then enter from a boat, a

Captain, a Master, a Master's-Mate, WALTER If thou be found by me, thou art but dead.

Whitmore, and Others; with them SUFFOLK, and Suf. If I depart from thee, I cannot live:

other Gentlemen, prisoners. "And in thy sight to die, what were it else,

Cap. The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap?

Is crept into the bosom of the sea; Here could I breathe my soul into the air, And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades, As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe,

That drag the tragic melancholy night; Dying with mother's dugs between his lips : Who with their drowsy, slow, and flagging wings, Where, from thy sight, I should be raging mad, Clip dead men's graves, and from their misty jaws And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes, Breath foul contagious darkness in the air. To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth; Therefore, bring forth the soldiers of our prize; So should'st thou either turn my flying soul, For, whilst our pinnace anchors in the Downs, Or I should breathe it so into thy body,

Here shall they make their ransome on the sand, And then it liv'd in sweet Elysium.

Or with their blood stain this discolour'd shere. To die by thee, were but to die in jest;

Master, this prisoner freely give I thee;From thee to die, were torture more than death: And thou that art his mate, make boot of this; 0, let me stay, befall what may befall!

The other, [Pointing to Suffolk.] Walter Whit6. Mar. Away! though parting be a fretful corrosive, more, is thy share. It is applied to a deathful wound.

I Gent. What is my ransome, master; let me know. To France, sweet Suffolk! Let me hear from thee; Mast. A thousand crowns or else lay down your head. For wheresoe'er thou art in this world's globe, Mate. And so much shall you give, or off goes yours. I'll have an Iris that shall find thee out,

Cap. What, think you much to pay two thousand Suf. I go.

crowns, Q. Mar. And take my heart with thee.

And bear the name and port of gentlemen?. Suf. A jewel, lock'd into the woeful'st cask Cut both the villains' throats ; for die you shall; That ever did contain a thing of worth.

The lives of those, which we have lost in fight, Even as a splitted bark, so sunder we;

Cannot be counterpois’d with such a petty sum. This way fall I to death.

1 Gent. I'll give it, sir; and therefore spare my life. Q. Mar. This way for me. [Exeunt, severally. 2 Gent. And so will I, and write home for it straight. SCENE III. - London. Cardinal Beaufort's bed-whit. I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboard, chamber.

And therefore, to revenge it, shalt thou die; Enter King Henry, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and

[To Sulolk. Others. The Cardinal in bed; Attendants with him. And so should these, if I might have my will. X. Hen. How fares my lord ? speak, Beaufort, to Cap. Be not so rash; take ransome, let him live. thy sovereign.

Suf. Look on my George, I am a gentleman; Car. If thou be’st death, I'll give thee England's Rate me at what thou wilt, thou shalt be paid. treasure,

Whit. And so am I; my name is-Walter Whitmore. Enough to purchase such another island,

How now? why start'st thou? what, doth death afSo thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain.

fright? K. Hen. Ah, what a sign it is of evil life,

Suf. Thy name affrights me, in whose sound is death. When death's approach is seen so terrible! A cunning man did calculate my birth, War. Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to thee. And told me--that by Water I should die:

Car. Bring me unto my trial when you will. Yet let not this make thee be bloody minded; Died he not in his bed ? where should he die? Thy name is – Gualtier, being rightly sounded. Can I make men live, whe'r they will or no?

Whit. Gualtier, or Walter, which it is, I care not; 0! torture me no more, I will confess!

Ne'er yet did base dishonour blur our name, Alive again? then show me where he is;

But with our sword we wip'd away the blot;

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Therefore, when merchant-like I sell revenge, (Drones suck not eagles' blood, but rob bee-hires.
Broke be my sword, my arms torn and detac'd, It is impossible, that I should die
And I proclaim'd a coward through the world! By such a lowly vassal as thyself.

(Lays hold on Suffolk. Thy words move rage, and not remorse, in me:
Suf. Stay, Whitmore; for thy prisoner is a prince, I go of message from the qucen to France;
The duke of Sudolk, William de la Puole,

I charge thee, watt me safely cross the channel.
Whit. The duke of Sntroll, muffled up in rags! Cap. Walter,
Suf. Ay, but these rags are no part of the duke; Init. Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy death.
Jove sometime went disguis’d, and why not I? Suf. Gelidus timor occupat artus:--'tis theel fear.
Cup. Bui Jove was never slain, as thou shalt be. Whit. Thou shalt have cause to fear, before I leave
Suf. Obscure and lowly swain, kiug llenry's blood,

thee. The honourable blood of Lancaster,

What, are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop ?
Must not be shed by such a jaded groom.

1 Gent.Niy gracious lord, entreat him, speak him fair!
Hast thou not hiss'd thy hand, and held my stirrup? Sufli Suffolk's imperial tongue is stern and rough,
Bare-headed plodded by my foot-cloth mule, Usu to command, untaught to plead for favour.
And thouglit thee happy when I shook my head? Far be it, we should honour such as these
How often hast thou waited at my cur,

With humble stut: no, rather let my head
Fed from my frencher, kneeld down at the board, Stoop to the block, than these knees bow to any,
When I have feasted with queen Margaret?

Save to the God of heaver, and to my hingi
Remember it, and let it make thee crest-fall’n; And sooner dunce upon a bloody pole,
Ay, and allay this thy abortive pride:

Than stand uncover'd to the vulgar groom.
How in our voiding lobby hast thou stood, True nobility is exempt from fear:--
And duly waited for my coming forth?

More can I bear, than you dare execnte.
This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalf,

Cap. Hale him away, and let him talk no more.
And therefore shall it charm thy riotous tongue. Suf. Come, soldiers, show what cruelty ye can,
Whit. Speak, captain, shall I stab the forlorn swain? That this my death may never be forgot?
Cap. First let my words stab him, as he hath me. Grcat men oft die by vile bezonians :
Suf. Base slave! thy words are blunt, and so art thou. A Roman sworder and banditto slave,
Cap. Convey him hence, and on our long-boat's side Murder'd sweet Tully; Brutus' bastard hand
Strike off his head,

Stabb’d Julius Caesar; savage islanders,
Suf. Thou dar'st not for thy own.

Pompey the Great: and Sullolk dies by pirates, Cap. Yes, Poole.

(Exit Suf. with Whit. and Others. Suf. Poole?

Cap. And as for these whose ransom we have set,
Cap. Poole? Sir Poole? lord ?

It is our pleasure, one of them depart:
Ay, kennel, puddle, sink; whose filth and dirt Therefore come you with us, and let him go,
Troubles the silver spring where England drinks.

(Ezcunt all but the first Gentleman. Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth,

Re-enter WHITMORE, with SUFFOLK's body.
For swallowing the treasure of the realm ;

Whit. There let his head and lifeless body lie,
Thy lips, that kiss'd the queen,shall sweep the ground; Until the queen his mistress bury it.
And thou, that smil'dst at good duke Humphrey's 1 Gent. O barbarous and bloody spectacle!

His body will ! bear unto the king:
Against the senseless winds shalt grin in vain, If he revenge it not, yet will his friends ;
Who, in contempt, shall hiss at thee again : So will the queen, that living held him dear.
And wedded be thou to the hags of hell,

(Exit, with the body.
For daring to ally a mighty lord
Unto the daughter of a worthless king,

SCENE II. - Blackheath. Having neither subject, wealth, nor diadem.

Enter George Bevis and Joux HOLLAND. By devilish policy art thou grown great,

Geo. Come, and get thee a sword, though made of
And, like ambitious Sylla, overgorg’d

a lath; they have been up these two days.
With gobbets of thy mother's bleeding heart. John. They have the more need to sleep vow then.
By tbee, Anjou and Maine were sold to France : Geo. I tell thee, Jack Cade, the clothier, means to
The false revolting Normans, thorough thee, dress the commonwealth, and turn it, and set a new
Disdain to call us lord; and Picardy

map upon it.
Hath slain their governors, surpriz'd our forts, John. So he had need, for 'tis threadbare. Well, I say,
And sent the ragged soldiers wounded home, it was never merry world in England, since gentlemek
The princely Warwick, and the Nevils all,
Whose dreadful swords were never drawn in vain,- Geo. O miserable age! Virtue is not regarded in
As hating thee, are rising up in arms:

And now the house of York--thrust from the crown, John. The nobility think scorn to go in leather
By shameful murder of a guiltless king,

aprons, And losty proud encroaching tyranny,

Geo. Nay moro, the king's council are no good work-
Burns with revenging fire; whose hopeful colours
Advance our half-fac'd sun, striving to shinc, John. True; and yet it is said, --Labour in thyro-
Under the which is writ-Invitis nubibus.

cation : which is as much to say, as,-let the magistraThe commons liere in Kent are up in arms : tes be labouring men; and therefore should we be maAnd, to conclude, reproach, and beggary,

gistrates. Is crept into the palace of our king,

Geo. Thon hast hit it; for there's no better sign of
And all by thee. -- Away! convey him hence. a brave mind than a hard hand,
Suf. Othat I were a god, to shoot forth thunder John. I see them! I see them! There's Best's sov,
Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges ! the tanner of Wingham ; -
Small things make base men proud : this villain here, Geo. We shall have the skins of our enemies, to make
Being captain of a pianace, threate:28 more

dog's lcather of. Than Bargulus, the strong Illyrian pirate.

John. And Dick the butcher, -

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Geo. Then is sin struck down like an ox, and ini-| Dick. They use to write it on the top of letters ; quity's throat cut like a calf.

"Twill go hard with you. John. And Smith the weaver:

Cade. Let me alone! - Dost shou use to write thy Geo. Argo, their thread of life is spun.

name? orlast thou a mark tu thyself, like an honest John. Come, come, let's fall in with them. plain-dealing man? Drum. Enter Cade, Dick the Butcher, Suith the Clerk. Sir, I thank God, I have been so well brought

Weaver, and Others in great number. up, that I can write my name. Cade. We John Cade, so termed of our supposed All. He hath confessed: away with him! he's a vilfather,

lain; and a traitor! Dick. Or rather,of stealing a cade of herrings.[ Aside. Cade. Away with him, I say: hang him with his pen Cade. -for our enemies shall fall before us, inspired and inkhorn about his neck. with the spirit of putting down kings and princes,

[Exeunt some with the Clerk. Command silence.

Enter MICHEL. Dick, Silence !

Mich. Where's our general? Cade. My father was a Mortimer,

Cade. Here I am, thou particular fellow. Dick. He was an honest man, and a good bricklayer. Mich. Fly, fly, fly! sir Humphrey Stafford and his

(Aside. brother are hard by, with the king's forces. Cade. My mother a Plantagenet,

Cade. Stand, villain, stand, or l’ll fell thee down. Dick. I knew her well, she was a midwife. [Aside. He shall be encountered with a man as good as himCade. My wife descended of the Lacies,

self. He is but a knight, is 'a ? Dick. She was, indeed, a pedlar's daughier, and Mich. No. sold many laces.

[-Aside. Cade. To equal him, I will make myself a knight preSmith. But, now of late, not able to travel with her sently. Rise up, sir John Mortimer. Now have at him. furred pack, she washes bucks here at home. [-Aside. Enter Sir HUMPHREY STAFrond, and William has Cade. Therefore am I of an houourable house.

brother, with drum and Forces. Dick. Ay, by my faith, the field is lionourable; and Staf. Rebellious hinds, the filth and scrm of Kent, there was he borů, under a hedge; for his father had Mark'd for the gallows, -- lay your weapons down, never a house, but the cage.

(Aside. Home to your cottages, forsake this groom; Cade. Valiant I am.

The king is merciful, if you revolt. Smith, 'A must needs; for beggary is valiant. [-Aside. W. Staf. But angry, wrathful, and inclin'd to blood, Cude. I am able to endure much.

If you go forward, therefore yield, or die. Dick. No question of that; for I have seen him Cade. As for these silken-coated slaves, I pass not; whipped three market days together. {Asicle. It is to you, good people, that I speak, Cade. I fear neither sword nor fire.

O'er.whom, in time to come, I hope to reign; Smith. He need not fear the sword, for his coat is For I am rightful heir unto the crown. of proof.

[ Aside. Staf. Villain, thy father was a plasterer ; Dick. But, methinks, he should stand in fear of fire, And thou thyself a shearman ; art thou not? being burnt i'the hand for stealing of sheep: [Aside. Cade. And Adam was a gardener.

Cade. Be brave then; for your captain is brave, aud W. Staf. And what of that? vows reformation. There shall be, in England, seven Cade. Marry, this :-Edmund Mortimer, earl of March, half-penny loaves sold for a penny; the three-hooped Married the duke af Clarence' daughter; did lie not? potshall have ten hoops; and I will make it felony, to W. Staf. Ay, sir. drink small beer: all the realm shall be in common, and Cade. By her, he had two children at one birth. in Cheapside shall my palfry go to grass. And when I W. Staf. That's false. am king, (as king I will be)

Cade. Ay, there's the question ; but, I say, 'tis true: All. God save your majesty!

The elder of then, being put to nurse, Cade. I thank you, good people:-there shall be no Was by a beggar-woman stol'n away; money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will And, ignorant of his birth and parentage, apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree Became a bricklayer, when he came to age: like brothers, and worship me their lord.

His son am I; deny it, if you can. Dick. The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers. Dick, Nay, 'tis too true; therefore he shall be king. Cade. Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lament Smith. Sir, he made a chimney in my father's liouse, able thing, that of the skin of an inuocent lamb should and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it; therebe made parchment? that parclıment, being scribbled fore, deny it not. o'er, should undo a man? Some say, the bee stings: Staf. And will you credit this base drudge's words, but I say, 'tis the bee's wax, for I did but seal once to a That speaks he knows not what? thing, and I was never mine own man since. — How All. Ay, marry, will we; therefore get ye gone! now? who's there?

W. Staf. Jack Cade, the duke of York hath taught Enter some, bringing in the Clerk of Chatham. Smith. The clerk of Chathamı : he can write and read, Cade. He lies, for I invented it niyself. (Aside.]-Go and cast accompt.

to, sirrah, tell the king from me, that-for his father's Cade. O nonstrous !

sake, Henry the fiftli, in whose time boys went to Smith. We took him setting of boys' copies. span-counter for French crowns, -I am content hc Cade. Here's a villain !

shall reign; but I'll be protector over him. Smith. H’us a book in his pocket, with red letters in't. Dick. And, furtherinore, we'll have the lord Say's Cade. Nay, then he is a conjurer.

head, for selling the dukedom of Maine. Dick. Nay, he can make obligations, and write Cado. And good reason; for thereby is England maimcourt-hand.

ed, and fain to go with a staff, but that my puissance Cade. I am sorry for't: the man is a proper man, on holds it up. Fellowkings, I tell you, that that lord Say mine honour; unless I find hini guilty, he shall not hath gelded the commonwealth, and made it an eudie.-Come hither, sirrah,l must examine thee: What nuch: and more than that, he can speak French, and is thy name?

therefore he is a traitor. Clerk. Emmanuel.

Staf. O gross and miserable iguorange!

you this.


Cude. Nay, answer, if you can. The Frenchmen are K. Hen. How now, madam? Still
our enemies: go to then, I ask but this : Can he, that Lamenting, and mourning for Suffolk's death?
speaks with the tongue of an enemy, be a good coun- I fear, my love, if that I had been dead,
sellor, or no?

Thou wouldest not have mourn'd so much for me.
All. No, no; and therefore we'll have his head. Q. Mar. No, my love, I should not mouro, but die
W.Staf. Well, seeing gentle words will not prevail, for thee,
Assuil them with an army of the king,

Enter a Messenger. Staf. Herald, away: and, throughout every town, K. Hen. How now! what news? why com’st thou Proclaim them traitors, that are up with Cade;

in such haste? That those, which fly before the battle ends, Mess. The rebels are in Southwark ! Fly, my

lord! May, even in their wives' and children's sight, Jack Cade proclaims himself lord Mortimer, Be hang'd up for example at their doors :

Descended from the duke of Clarence' house;
And you, that be the king's friends, follow me. And call your grace usurper, openly,

(Exeunt the two Staffords, and Forces. And vows to crown himself in Westminster.
Cade. And you, that love the commons, follow me.- His army is a ragged multitnde
Now show yourselves men, 'tis for liberty. Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless;
We will not leave one lord, one gentleman: Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother's death
Spare pone, but such as go in clouted shoon; llath given them heart and courage to proceed:
For they are thrifty lionest men, and such

All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen
As would (but that they dare not,) take our parts. They call--false caterpillars, and intend their death
Dick. They are all in order, and march toward us. K.Ilen.O graceless meu! they know not what they do.
Cade. But then are we in order, when we are most Buck. My gracious lord, retire to Kenelworth,
out of order. Come, march forward ! (Exeunt. Uutil a power be rais'd to put them down.

Q. Mar. Ah! were the duke of Suffolk nos alive, SCENE III. Another part of Blackheath. These Kentish rebels would be soon appeas'd. Alarums. The two parties enter, and fight, and both K. Hen. Lord Say, the traitors hate thee, the STAFFORDS are slain.

Therefore away with us to Kenelworth. Cade. Where's Dick, the butcher of Ashford ? Say. So might your grace's person be in danger; Dick, Here, sir,

The sight of me is odious in their eyes; Cade. They fell before thee like sheep and oxen, and And therefore in this city will I stay, thou belavedst thyself as if thou hadst been in thine And live alone as secret as I may. own slaughter-house: therefore thus will I reward

Enter another Messenger. thce, -the Lent shall be as long again as it is; and 2 Mess. Jack Cade hath gotten Londos-bridge; the thou shalt have a license to kill for a hundred lacking citizens

Fly and forsake their houses : Dick. I desire no more.

The rascal people, thirsting after prey: Cade. And, to speak truth, thou deservest no less. Join with the traitor; and they jointly swear, This monument of the victory will I bear; and the bo- To spoil the city, and your royal court. dies shall be dragged at my horse' heels, till I do come Buck. Then linger not, my lord; away, take horse! to London, where we will have the mayor's sword borne K. Hlen. Come, Margaret; God, our hope, will suo before us. Dick. If we mean to thrive and do good, break open P. Mar. My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceased. the gaols, and let out the prisoners.

K. Hen. Farewell, my lord! [ To Lord Say.) trust Cad. Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let's march not the Kentish rebels. towards London,

(Exeunt. Buck. Trust nobody, for fear you be betray'ch

Say. The trust I have is in mine innocence, SCENE IV. - London. A room in the palace. And therefore am I bold and resolute. Enter King Henry, reading a supplication: the Duke of Buckingham, and Lord Say, with him; at a dis SCENE V.-- The same. The Tower. tance, Queen MARGARET, mourning over SUFFOLK's Enter Lord Scales, and Others, on the walls. Then head,

enter certain Citizens, below. Q. Alar. Oft have I heard--that grief softens the Scales. How now! is Jack Cade slain? mind,

1 Cit. No, my lord, nor likely to be slain ; for they And makes it fearful and degenerate;

have won the bridge, killing all those that withstand Think therefore on revenge, and cease to weep. them. The lord mayor craves aid of your ho 119 But who can cease to weep, and look on this ? from the Tower, to defend the city from the rebels, Here may his head lie on my throbbing breast: Scales. Such aid as I can spare, you shall command; But where's the body that I should embrace? But I am troubled here with them myself, Buck. What answer makes your grace to the rebels' The rebels have assay'd to win the Tower, supplication ?

But get you to Smithfield, and gather head, K. Hen. I'll send some holy bishop to eatreat : And thither I will send you Matthew Gough; For God forbid, so many simple souls

Fight for your king, your country, and your

lives: Should perish by the sword! And I myself, And so farewell, for I must hence again. (Exeunt. Rather than bloody war should cut them short, Will parley with Jack Cade, their general.

SCENE VI.- The same. Cannon Street. But stay, I'll read it over once again.

Enter Jack Cane, and his followers. He strikes häst Q. Mir. Ah, barbarous villains ! hath this lovely face

stal on London-stone. Ruld, like a wandering planet, over me;

Cade. Now is Mortimer lord of this city. And lere And could it not enforce them to relent,

sitting upon London-stone, I charge and com That were unworthy to behold the same?

mand, that, of the city's cost, the pissing conduit K. Hen. Lord Say, Jack Cade hath sworn to have run nothing but clareť wine this first year of our

reign. And now, henceforward, it shall be trea Say. Ay, but I hopo, your highness shall have his.' son for any that calls me other than --lord Mortimer.

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