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SCENE IX.-Kenelworth Castle.
K. Hen. Was ever king that joy'd an earthly throne,
And could command no more content than I?
Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD.
Buck. Health, and glad tidings, to your majesty! K. Hen. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor, Cade, surpris d?
Or is he but retir'd to make him strong? Enter, below, a great number of CADE'S Follow ers, with Halters about their Necks.
Clif. He's fled, my lord, and all his powers do yield;
And humbly thus, with halters on their necks,
K. Hen. Then, heaven, set opo thy everlasting gates
To entertain my vows of thanks and praise!
Continue still in this so good a mind,
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Please it your grace to be advertised,
Is marching hitherward in proud array;
The duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traitor.
Like to a ship, that, having 'scaped a tempest,
Som. My lord,
I'll yield myself to prison willingly,
K. Hen. In any case, be not too rough in terms;
SCENE X.-Kent. Iden's Garden.
Cade. Fye on ambition! fye 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, no longer. Wherefore, on a brick-wall have I climbed 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: for, many a time, but for a sallet, my brain-pan
Two orders of foot soldiers among the Irish.
had been cleft with a brown bill; and, many a time, when I had been dry, and bravely marching, it hath served me instead of a quart-pot to 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
And may enjoy such quiet walks as these?
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 an ostrich, 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 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, let it ne'er be said while England
That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent,
Thy leg a stick compared with this truncheon;
As for more words, whose greatness answers words,
Let this my sword report what speech forbears.
Cade. By my valor, the most complete champion 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 beseech God on my knees, thou may'st be turned to hobnails. [They fight. CADE falls.] 0, 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,
Cale. Iden, farewell; and be proud of thy victory: 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 famine, Dies. not by valor.
Iden. How much thou wrong'st me, heaven be my judge.
Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare
And as I thrust thy body in with my sword,
[Exit, dragging out the Body
SCENE I-Near Saint Alban's.
The King's Camp on one side. On the other, enter YORK attended, with Drum and Colors: his Forces at some distance.
York. From Ireland thus comes York, to claim
And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head:
On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France.
Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me.
York. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy
Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure?
Buck. A messenger from Henry, our dread liege,
O, I could hew up rocks, and fight with
I am so angry at these abject terms;
But I must make fair weather yet a while,
May pass into the presence of a king,
That living wrought me such exceeding trouble.
Iden. I was, an't like your majesty.
K. Hen. How art thou call'd! and what is thy degree?
Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name;
A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king.
He were created knight for his good service.
We give thee for reward a thousand marks;
K. Hen. See, Buckingham! Somerset comes with
Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke.
Enter QUEEN MARGARET and SOMERSET.
Q. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his head,
But boldly stand, and front him to his face.
York. How now! Is Somerset at liberty?
Aside. Not fit to govern and rule multitudes,
O Buckingham, I pr'ythee, pardon me,
Buck. That is too much presumption on thy
But if thy arms be to no other end,
Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves;
Buck. York, I commend this kind submission:
Enter KING HENRY, attended.
K. Hen. Buckingham, dotli York intend no harm
to us, That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? York. In all submission and humility, York doth present himself unto your highness. K. Hen. Then what intend these forces thou dost bring?
York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence;
Enter IDEN, with CADE'S Head.
Which dar'st not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor.
Som. O monstrous traitor!-I arrest thee, York, of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown: Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace.
York. Wouldst have me kneel? first let me ask
If they can brook I bow a knee to man.-
[Exit an Attendant.
I know, ere they will have me go to ward,
Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come
To say, if that the bastard boys of York
See, where they come; I'll warrant they'll make
Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their
Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the
Nay, do not fright us with an angry look:
We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again;
Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mistake;
Makes him oppose himself against his king.
Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey;
Edw. Ay, noble father, if our words will serve. Rich. And if words will not, then our weapons shall.
Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we here!
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,4 That, with the very shaking of their chains, They may astonish these fell lurking curs; Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me.
Drums. Enter WARWICK and SALISBURY, with Forces.
Clif. Are these thy bears! we'll bait thy bears to death,
And manacle the bear-wards in their chains,
Rich. Oft have I scen a hot o'erweening cur
York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon. Cif. Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves.
K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow?
Old Salisbury,-shame to thy silver hair,
K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me?
Sal. I have.
K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for such an oath?
Sul. It is great sin, to swear unto a sin;
Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister.
York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast,
I am resolv'd for death or dignity.
Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove
War. You were best to go to bed, and dream
To keep thee from the tempest of the field.
The Nevils, earls of Warwick, had a bear and ragged staff for their crest. ⚫ Bear-keeper.
The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff,
Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father,
Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell. [Exeunt severally.
SCENE II-Saint Alban's.
Alarums: Excursions. 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,Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me! Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland, Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms.
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 Whom 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 valor.-O, 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!-Wast thou ordain'd, dear father,
One on whom nature has set a mark of deformity, a stigma.
A dreadful wager, a tremendous stake.
• Sent before their time.
To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve
And in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus
Rich. So, lie thou there;-..
For, underneath an alehouse' paltry sign,
Q. Mar. Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame, away!
K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens? good Margaret, stay.
Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll not fight, nor fly:
Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence,
[Alarum afar off. If you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom Of all our fortunes: but if we haply 'scape, (As well we may, if not through your neglect,) We shall to London get; where you are lov'd; And where this breach, now in our fortunes made, May readily be stopp'd.
Enter Young CLIFFORD.
Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mischief set, I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly; But fly you must; uncurable discomfit
Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day;
By the mass, so did we all.-I thank you, Richard,
York. I know, our safety is to follow them;
War. After them! nay, before them, if we can. Now by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day: Saint Alban's battle, won by famous York, Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come.Sound, drums and trumpets:-and to London
MARQUIS OF MONTAGUE,
EARL OF WARWICK,
EARL OF PEMBROKE,
of the Duke of York's Party.
HENRY, Earl of Richmond, a Youth.
SIR JOHN MORTIMER,
SIR HUGH MORTIMER,
Uncles to the Duke of York.
LORD RIVERS, Brother to Lady GREY
SIR WILLIAM STANLEY.
SIR JOHN MONTGOMERY.
SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE.
Tutor to Rutland.
Lieutenant of the Tower.
A Son that has killed his Father.
A Father that has killed his Son.
LADY GREY, afterwards Queen to Edward the
BONA, sister to the French Queen.
Soldiers, and other Attendants on King Henry and
SCENE, during part of the third act, in France; during all the rest of the play, in England.
SCENE I.-London. The Parliament House. Drums. Some Soldiers of YORK's party break in. Then enter the DUKE OF YORK, EDWARD, RICHARD, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and others, with white Roses in their Hats.
War. I wonder how the king escaped our hands. York. While we pursued the horsemen of the north,
He slily stole away, and left his men:
Is either slain, or wounded dangerous:
Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!
Rich. Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's head.
War. And so do I.-Victorious prince of York, Before I see thee seated in that throne Which now the house of Lancaster usurps, I vow by heaven, these eyes shall never close. This is the palace of the fearful king, And this the regal scat: possess it, York: For this is thine, and not king Henry's heirs'. York. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and 1 will;
For hither we have broken in by force.
Norf. We'll all assist you; he that flies, shall die. York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk,-Stay by me, my lords;
And, soldiers, stay, and lodge by me this night. War. And, when the king comes, offer him no violence,
Unless he seek to thrust you out by force.
But little thinks we shall be of her council:
Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this house. War. The bloody parliament shall this be call'd, Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, be king: