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Car. If thou be'st death, I'll give thee England's lonough to purchasesuch another island, treasure, So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain. K. Henry. Ah, what a sign it is of evil life, When death's approach is seen so terrible ! If ar. Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to thee. Car. Bring me unto my trial when you will. Dy'd he not in his bed; where should he die? Can I make men live, whe'r they will or no?— Oh! torture me no more, I will confess.-Alive again? then shew me where he is: H'll give a thousand pound to look upon him.— He §. no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.— Comb down his hair; look! look! it stands upright,

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Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary Bring the strong poison that I bought of him.

A. Henry. Othou cternal Mover of the heavens,

Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch!
Oh, 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

111. Sal. Dío, him not, let him pass peaceably. A. Henry. Peace to his soul, if God's good pleasure be 1– 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 hin' Is ar. So bad a death argues a monstrous life. K. Henry. Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.— Close up his eyes, and draw the curtain close: And let us all to meditation. LE. cunt.

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o o prisoners. d Cup. IE gaudy, blabbing', and remorsep T so day 8 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 figging 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, Walter Whitmore, is thy share. [Pointing to Suffolk. 1 Gent. What is my ransom, master let me know. [head.

Mast. A thousand crowns, or else lay down your|5

Mate. And so much shall you give, or off goes souts. [sand crowns, Whit. W. think you much to pay two thouAnd bear the name and port of gentlemen?— Cut both the villains' throats;–for die you shall; Nor can those lives which we have lost in fight, Be counterpois'd with such a petty sum. [life. 1 Gent. I'll give it, sir; and therefore spare my 2 Gent. And so will I, and write home for it straight.

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II hit. I lost mine eyein laying the prizeaboard, And therefore, to revenge it, shalt thou die; [To Suffolk. And so should these, if I might have my will. Cup. Be not so rash; take ransom, let him live. Suf. Look on my George, I am a gentleman; Rate me at what thou wilt, thou shalt be paid.— h'hit. And so am I; my name is Walter Whitmore

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afiright? [death.

Suf. Thy name affrights me, in whose sound is A cunning man did . my birth, And told me—that by Mater I should die: Yet let not this make thee be bloody-minded; Thy name is—Gualtier, being rightly sounded.

ls hit. Gualtier, or //alter, which it is, I care not: Ne'er yet did base dishonour blur our name, But with our sword we wip'd away the blot; Therefore, when inerchant-like I sell revenge, Broke be my sword, my arms torn and detac'd, And I proclaim’d a coward through the world :

Suf. Stay, Whitmore; forthy prisoner is a prince, The duke of Suffolk, Willian de la Pole. Ishit. The duke of Suffolk, musiled up in rags! Suf. Ay, but these rags are no part of the duke; Jove souletime went disguis'd, and why not I : Cap. But Jove was never slain, as thou shalt be. Suf. Obscure and lowly swain, king Henry's ancaster, [blood, Must not be shed by such a jaded groom. Hast thounot kiss'd thy hand, and held mystirrup? And bare-head plodded by my foot-cloth mule, And thought thee happy when I shook my head

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scene of the first act of this play.

How often hast thou waited at my cup,

* The epithet blabbing, applied to the day by a man about to commit murder, is exquisitely beautGuilt is afraid of light, considers darkness as a natural shelter, and makes night the confidante of those actions which cannot be trusted to the tell-tale day.

: Remorseful is pitiful. "See the fourth

Feil

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;
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.
H hit. Speak, captain, shall I stab the forlorn
swain : -
Cap. First let my wordsstab him, as he hath me.
Suf. Base slave! thy words are blunt, and so
art thou. [side
Cap. Convey him hence, and on our long-boat's
Strike off his .
Suf. Thou dar'st not for thine own.
Cap. Poole? Sir Poole? Lord?
Ay, kennel, puddle, sink; whose filth and dirt
Troubles the silver spring where England drinks.
Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth,
For swallowing the treasure of the realm :
Thy lips, that kiss'd the queen, shall sweep the
ground; [death,
And thou, that smil'dst at good duke Humphrey's
Against the senseless winds shall grin in vain,
Who, in contempt, shall hiss at thee again:
And wedded be thou to the hags of heil,
For daring to affy a mighty lord
onto the daughter of a worthless king,
Having neither subject, wealth, nor diadem.
By devilish policy art thou grown great,
And, like ambitious Sylla, over-gorg'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, surpriz'd our forts,
And sent the ragged soldiers wounded home.
The princely Warwick, and the Nevils all,—
W ... swordswereneverdrawn in vain,_
As hating thee, are rising§ in arms: [crown,
And now the house of York—thrust from the
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.
Suf. Othat I were a god, to shoot forth thunder
Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges! [here,
Small things make base men proud: this villain
Being captain of a pinnace', threatens more
Than Bargulus" the strong Illyrian pirate.

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Drones suck not eagles' blood, but rob bee-hives.

* Meaning, pride assumed before its time.

* To affy is to betroth in marriage. did not anciently signify, as at present, a man of war's boat, but a ship of small burthen.

It is impossible that I should die
By such a lowly vassal as thyself.
y words move rage, and not remorse in me:
I go of message from the queen to France;
I charge thee, waft me safely cross the channel.
Cap. Walter, [death.
Ishit. Come, Suffolk, I must wast thee to thy
Suf.Gelidustimoroccupatartus:—'tis theel fear.
Johit. Thou shalt have cause to fear, before I
leave thee.
What, are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop 2
1 Gent. Ri, gracious lord, entreat him, speak
him fair.
SufSuffolk'simperial tongueissternandrough,
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 kneesbow 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.
Cap. Hale him away, and let him talk no more:

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Suf. That this my death may never be forgot!— Great men oft die by vile bezonians": A Roman sworder and banditto slave" Murder'd sweet Tully; Brutus' bastard hand” Stabb’d Julius Caesar; savage islanders, Pompey the great"; and Suffolk dies } pirates.

[Erit halter Whitmore, with Suffolk.

Cap. And as for these whoseransom we have set, It is our pleasure one of them depart:— Therefore come you with us, and let him go. [Erit Captain, with all but the first Gentleman.

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50 of a lath; they have been up these two days.

Hol.They have the more need to sleep now then.

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

Hol. So he had need, for’tis thread-bare. Well, I say, it was never merry world in England, since

gentlemen came up.

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Bargulus is to be met with in Tully's Offices; and the legend is the famous Theopompus's History.

Bargulus Illyrius latro, de quo est apud Theopompum, magnas - - “ i.e. Herennius a centurion, and Popilius Laenas, tribune of the soldiers.

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Bevis. O miserable age Virtue is not regarded in handycrafts-men. Hol. The nobility think scorn to go in leather aprons. Beris. Nay more, the king's council are no good workmen. Hol. 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 imagistrates. Bevis. Thou hast hit it: for there's no better sign of a brave mind, than a hard hand. Hol. I see them I see them There's Best's son, the tanner of Wingham. Bevis. He shall have the skins of our enemies, to make dog's leather of. Hol. And Dick the butcher, * Bevis. Then is sin struck down like an ox, and iniquity's throat cut like a calf. ol. And Smith the weaver:— Bevis. Argo, their thread of life is spun. Hol. Come, come, let's fall in with them. Drum. Enter Cade, Dick the butcher, Smith the wearer, and a sawyer, with infinite numbers.

Cade. We John Cade, so term'd of our sup-25

posed father,
Dick. Or rather, of stealing acade of herrin . 1.
[Asi C.
Cade. For our enemies shall fall” before us,
inspired with the spirit of putting down kings and
Princes.—Command silence.
Dick. Silence!
Cade. My father was a Mortimer,
Dick. He was an honest man, and a good

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seven half-penny loaves sold for a penny: the three-hoop'd 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 | an king (as ing 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;

10|and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they

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

rers. 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 2 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 How now who's

o agree like brothers, and worship me their lord. lawy

there 2 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 letters 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

35 shall not die.—Come hither, sirrah, I must exa

bricklayer. [Aside. Cade. My mother a Plantagenet,_ Dick. I knew her well,she was a midwife.[Aside. 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 furr'd 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. [-4side. Cade. Valiant I am. Smith. 'A must needs; for beggary is valiant.

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Cade. I am able to endure much. Dick. No question of that; for I have seen him whipp'd three market-days together. [Aside. Cade. I fear neither sword nor fire. South. He need not fear the sword, for his coat

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thy name? or hast thou a mark to thyself, like an honest plain-dealing man?

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

} He hath confess'd : 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.

LErit one with the Ckrk.

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.

is of proof. [Aside. Dick. But, methinks, he should stand in fear of fire, being so often burnt i' the hand for stealing of sheep. [Aside. Cade. Be brave then; for your captain is brave,

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and vows reformation. There shall be, in England,

* That is, a barrel of herrings. Perhaps the word keg, which is now used, is cad- corrupted.
t, to fall.
“ i.e. of letters missive, and such like public acts.

alludes to his mame Cade, from cado, ward.

Cade. Stand, villain, stand, or I'll fell thee down: He shall be encounter'd with a man as good as himself: He is but a knight, is a

Mich. No.

Cade. To equal him, I will make myself a knight presently; Rise up Sir John Mortimer.

* He * A wallet or knapsack of skin with the hair out

q Now

Now have at him. Is there any more of them
that be knights? .
Mich. Ay, his brother.
Cade. Then kneel down, Dick Butcher;
RiseupSir DickButcher. Now sound up the drum.
Enter Sir Humphrey Stafford, and his Brother,
with drum and soldiers.
Staf. Rebellioushinds, the filth and scum of Kent,
Mark'd for the gallows, lay your weapons down,
Home to your cottages, forsake this groom:-
The king is merciful, if you revolt. blood,
Y. Staf. But angry, wrathful, and inclin'd to
If you go forward: therefore yield, or die. [not";
Cade. As for these silken-coated slaves, I pass
It is to you, good people, that I speak,
Q'er whom, in time to come, I hope to reign;
For I am rightful heir unto the crown.
Staf Villain, thy father was a plaisterer;
And thou thyself, a shearman, Art thou not?
Cade. And Adam was a gardener.
Y. Staf. And what of that?
Cade. Marry, this:—Edmund Mortimer, earl
of March, not :

Married the duke of Clarence' daughter; Did he t

Staf. Ay, sir. Cade. By her he had two children at one birth. Y. Staf. That's false. [true: Cade. Ay, there's the question; but, I say, 'tis 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. [king. Dick, Nay, 'tis too true; therefore he shall be Smith. Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it; therefore, deny it not. Staf And will you credit this basedrudge's words, That speaks he knows not what? All Ay, marry, will we; therefore get you gone. Y. Staff. Jack Cade, the duke of York hath taught you this. ade. He lies, for I invented it myself. [Mside. Goto, sirrah, Tell the king from me, that—for his

father's sake, Henry the fifth, in whose time boys 4:

went to span-counter for French crowns,—I am foot he shall reigh; but I'll be protector over Inn. Dick. And, furthermore, we’ll have the lord Say's head, for selling the dukedom of Maine. Cade. And good reason; for thereby is England maim'd, and É. go with a staff, but that my puissance holds it up. Fellow kings, I tell you, that that lord Say hath gelded the common-wealth, and made it an eunuch: and more than that,he can speak French, and therefore he is a traitor. Staf Q gross and miserable ignorance! Cade. Nay, answer, if you can: The Frenchmen are our 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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Y. Staf. Well, seeing gentle words will not preAssail them with the army of the king. [vail, Staf. 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. [Ereunt the two Staffords, with their train. Cade. And you, that love the commons, follow me.— Now shew yourselves men, 'tis for liberty. We will not leave one lord, one gentleman: Spare none, but such as go in clouted shoon; For they are thrifty honest men, and such As would (but that they dare not) take our parts. Dick. They are allinorder, and march toward us. Cade. But then are we in order, when we are most out of order. Come, march forward. [Ereunt.

h S i. E } E ". Another part of the Field. The parties fight, and P". the Staffords ... Jight, Re-enter Cade, and the rest. Cade. Where's Dick, the butcher of Ashford : Dick. Here, sir. Çade. They fell before thee like sheep and oxen, and thou behav'dst thyself as if thou hadst been in thine own slaughterhouse: therefore thus I will reward thee,_The Lent shall be as long again as it is; and thou shalt have a licence to kill for a hundred lacking one. Dick. I desire no more. Cade. And, to speak truth, thou deserv'st 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. Cade. Fear not that, I warrant thee. let's march towards London.

S C E N E IV. Black-Heath. Enter King Henry with a supplication, and Queen Margaret with Suffolk's head; the Duke of Buckingham, and the Lord Say. 2. 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. Henry. I'll send some holy bish For God forbid, so many simple souss Should perish by the sword ' And I myself,

Come, [Ereunt.

to entreat:

All. No, no; and therefore we'll have his head.

i. e. I pay them no regard. l

Rather than bloody war should cut them short, Will parley with Jack Cade their general.—

o * Here Cade must be supposed to take off Stafford's armour.

But

But stay, I'll read it over once again. [face
2. Mar. Ah, barbarous villains: hath this lovely
Ruld, like a wandering planet, over me; -
:And could it not enforce them to relent,
That were unworthy to behold the same?
A. Henry. Lord Say, Jack Cade hath sworn
to have thy head.
Say. Ay, but I hope, your highness shall have
K. Henry. How now, madam? [his.
menting still, and mourning Suffolk's death?
I fear, my love, if that I had been dead,
Thou wouldest not have mourn’d so much for me.
2. Mar. No, my love, I should not mourn, but
die for thee.
Enter a Messenger.
K. Henry. How now! what news? why com’s
thou in such haste?
Mes.Therebels are in Southwark: Fly, mylord.
Jack Cade proclaims himself lord Mortimer,
HDescended 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
Of hipds and peasants, rude and merciless:
Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother's death
Hath given them heart and courage to proceed:
All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen,
Theycall—false caterpillars,and intendtheirdeath.
. Henry. O. graceless inen! they know not
what they do.
Buck. My gracious lord, retire to Kenelworth,
Until a power be rais'd to put them down.

2. Mar. Ah! were the duke of Suffolk now alive,

These Kentish rebels should be soon appeas'd.
K. Henry. Lord Say, the traitor hatéth thee,
Therefore away with us to Kenelworth.
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 ndon-bridge;
The citizens fly him, and forsake their houses:
The rascal people, thirsting after prey,
Join with the traitor; and they jointly swear,
To spoil the city, and your royal court. [h, rse.
Buck. Then linger not, my lord: away, take
K. Henry. Come, Margaret; God, our hope,
will succour us.
2. Mar. My hope is gone, now Suffolk is de-
ceas'd. - rebels.
KHenry. Farewell,mylord; trust not to Kentish
Buck. Trust no body, for fear you be betray’d.
Say. The trust I have is in mine innocence,
And herefore an I bold and resolute. [Ereunt.

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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. [mand;

Scales. Such aid as I can spare, you shall coinBut I am troubled here with them myself, The rebels have assay’d to win the Tower. But get you into Smithfield, f. head, And thither will I send you Matthew Gough'. Fight for your king, your country, and your lives; And so farewell, for I must hence again, LEreant.

S C E N E VI. Cannon-Street,

Enter Jack Cade and the rest. 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 pissingconduit run nothing but claret wine the first year of our reign. And now, henceforward, it shall be treason for any that calls me other than– Lord Mortimer. Euter a Soldier running. Sol. Jack Cade Jack Cade 1 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 gather'd together in Sinithfield. Cade. Coine 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. Colne, let's away. [Eacutt,

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Alarum. Enter Jack Cade with his company. They Jight with the King's forces, 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 bestinking law; for his breath stinks with eating toasted cheese. [Aside. Cade, I have thought upon it, 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 pull'd out. [Aside.

* According to Holinshed, Matthew Gough was “a man of great wit and much experience in seats of chivalrie, the which in continuall warres had spent his time in service of the king and his

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