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Enter a Soldier running.
Sold. Jack Cade! Jack Cade!
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 gathered together
in Smithfield.

Say. You men of Kent,
Dick. What say you of Kent?
Say. Nothing but this: 'Tis bona terra, mala gens.
Cade.Away with him,away with him! he speaks Latin
Say. Hear me but speak, and bear me where you will.
Kent, in the commentaries Caesar 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.
[Exeunt. I sold not Maine, I lost not Normandy;
Yet, to recover them, would lose my life.
Justice with favour have I always done;

Cade. Come 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. Come, let's away.

The same. Smithfield.

SCENE VII. · Alarums. Enter, on one side, CADE and his Com- Prayers and tears have mov'd me, gifts could never. pany; on the other, Citizens, and the King's For- When have I aught exacted at your hands, ces, headed by MATTHEW GOUGH. They fight; the Kent to maintain, the king, the realm, and you? Citizens are routed, and MATTHEW GOUGH is slain. Large gifts have I bestow'd on learned clerks, Cade. So, sirs: now, go some and pull down the Because my book preferr'd me to the king: Savoy; others to the inns of court; down with them all. And—seeing ignorance is the curse of God, Dick. I have a suit unto your lordship. Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven, Unless, you be possess'd with devilish spirits, You cannot but forbear to murder me. This tongue hath parley'd unto foreign kings For your behoof,

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 be stinking 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 pulled out. [Aside. Cade. And henceforward all things shall be in com

mon.

Enter a Messenger.

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

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Cade. Tut! when struck'st thou one blow in the field?
Say. Great men have reaching hands: oft have I

struck

Those that I never saw, and struck them dead.
Geo. O monstrous coward! what, to come behind
folks?

Say. These cheeks are pale for watching for your
good.

Cade. Give him a box o'the ear, and that will make 'em red again.

Say. Long sitting to determine poor men's causes
Hath made me full of sickness and diseases.
Cade. Ye shall have a hempen caudle then, and
the pap of a hatchet.

Dick. Why dost thou quiver, man?
Say. The palsy, and not fear, provoketh me.
Cade. Nay, he nods at us; as who should say, I'll
be even with you. I'll see if his head will stand
steadier on a pole, or no. Take him away, and behead

Enter GEORGE BEVIS, with the Lord Sav. Cade. Well, he shall be beheaded for it ten times.—him. Ah, thou say, thou serge, nay, thou buckram lord! Say. Tell me, wherein I have offended most? now art thou within point-blank of our jurisdiction Have I affected wealth, or honour; speak? regal. What canst thou answer to my majesty, for Are my chests fill'd up with extorted gold? giving up of Normandy unto monsieur Basimecu, the Is my apparel sumptuous to behold? dauphin of France? Be it known unto thee by these Whom have I injur'd, that ye seek my death? presence, even the presence of lord Mortimer, that These hands are free from guiltless blood-shedding, I am the besom that must sweep the court clean of This breast from harbouring foul deceitful thoughts. such filth as thou art. Thou hast most traitorously O, let me live! corrupted the youth of the realm, in erecting a gram- Cade. I feel remorse in myself with his words: but mar-school; and whereas, before, our forefathers I'll bridle it; he shall die, an it be but for pleading had no other books but the score and the tally, thou so well for his life. Away with him! he has a familiar hast caused printing to be used; and, contrary to the under his tongue; he speaks not o'God's name. Go, king, his crown, and diguity, thou hast built a paper-take him away, I say, and strike off his head presently; mill It will be proved to thy face, that thou hast men and then break into his son-in-law's house, sir Jaabout thee, that usually talk of a noun, and a verb; mes Cromer, and strike off his head, and bring them and such abominable words, as no Christian ear can both upon two poles hither endure to hear. Thou hast appointed justices of All. It shall be done. 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 could not read, thou hast hanged 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 oughtest not to let thy horse wear a cloak, when honester men than thou go in their hose and doublets.

Say.Ah,countrymen! if when you make your prayers,
God should be 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.
[Exeunt some with Lord Say.

The proudest peer in the realm shall not wear a a hoad on his shoulders, unless he pay me tribute; there shall not a maid be married, but she shall pay to me her maidenhead ere they have it. Men shall hold of me Dick. And work in their shirt too; as myelf, for ex-in capite; and we charge and command, that their ample, that am a butcher.

wives be as free as heart can wish, or tongue can tell.

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

All. O brave!

Re-enter Rebels with the heads of Lord Say and his Son-in-law.

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 surprise me my sword make way for me, for here is no staying. In despight of the devils and hell, Cade. But is not this braver? - Let them kiss one have through the very midst of you! and heavens and another, for they loved well, when they were alive. honour be witness, that no want of resolution in me, Now part them again, lest they consult about the but only my followers' base and ignominious treasons, giving up of some more towns in France. Soldiers, makes me betake me to my heels. [Exit. defer the spoil of the city until night: for with these Buck. What, is he fled? go some, and follow him; borne before us, instead of maces, will we ride through And he, that brings his head unto the king, the streets; and at every corner, have them kiss.-Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward.Away!

SCENE VIII. Southwark.

[Exeunt.

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

Alarum. Enter CADE, and all his Rabblement. Cade. Up Fish-street! down Saint Magnus' corner! kill and knock down! throw them into Thames! [4 parley sounded, then a retreat.] What noise is this I hear? dare any be so bold to sound retreat or parley, when I command them kill?

Enter BUCKINGHAM and old CLIFFORD, with Forces. Buck. Ay, here they be, that dare and will disturb thee:

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SCENE IX. · Kenelworth Castle.
Enter King HENRY, Queen MARGARET, and SOMERSET,
on the terrace of the castle.

K. Hen. Was ever king, that joy'd an earthly throne,
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. 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 Followers,

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, Expect your highness' doom, of life, or death.

K. Hen. Then, heaven, set ope thy everlasting gates, To entertain my vows of thanks and praise!Soldiers, this day have you redeem'd your lives, And shew'd how well you love your prince and

country:

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.
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. God save the king! God save the king!
Cade. What, Buckingham, and Clifford, are ye so
brave? And you, base peasants, do ye believe him?
will you needs be hanged with your pardons about
your necks? Hath my sword therefore broke through Continue still in this so good a mind,
London Gates, that ye should leave me at the White And Henry, though he be unfortunate,
Hart in Southwark? I thought, ye would never have Assure yourselves, will never be unkind:
given out these arms, till you had recovered your And so, with thanks, and pardon to you all,
ancient freedom: but you are all recreants, and da- I do dismiss you to your several countries.
stards; and delight to live in slavery to the nobility. All. God save the king! God save the king!
Let them break your backs with burdens, take your
Enter a Messenger.
houses over your heads, ravish your wives and daugh- Mess. Please it your grace to be advertised,
ters before your faces: for me, I will make shift The duke of York is newly come from Ireland:
for one; and so - God's curse 'light upon you all! And with a puissant and a mighty power,
All. We'll follow Cade, we'll follow Cade!
Of Gallowglasses, and stout Kernes,
Clif. Is Cade the son of Henry the fifth,
Is marching hitherward in proud array;
That thus you do exclaim
with him?
T you'll go
And still proclaimeth, as he comes along,
Will he conduct you through the heart of France, His arms are only to remove from thee
And make the meanest of you earls and dukes? The duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traitor.
Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to;
K. Hen. Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and York
Nor knows he how to live, but by the spoil,
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,
I 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.

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All. A Clifford a Clifford! we'll follow the king,

and Clifford.

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.

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,

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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 brickwall 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 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 now 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,
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 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, 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 stedfast 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, compared with this truncheon;
My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast;
And if my arm be heaved in the air,
Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth.

|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 wiped 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 victory:
Tell Kent from me, she hath lost her best man, and ex-
hort all the world to be cowards; for I, that never fear-
ed any, am vanquished by famine, 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.
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SCENE I.- The same. Fields between Dartford and
Blackheath.

The King's camp on one side. On the other, enter
YORK, attended, with drum and colours: his For-
ces at some distance.

York. From Ireland thus comes York, to claim his
right,

And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head:
Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright,
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 sceptre, balance it.
A sceptre shall it have, have I a soul;

On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France.
Enter BUCKINGHAM.

Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me?
The king hath sent him, sure: I must dissemble.
Buck. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well.
York. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greet-
ing.

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Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure?
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,
Or dare to bring thy force so near the court,
York. Scarce can I speak, my choler 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, As for more words, whose greatness answers words, On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury! Let this my sword report what speech forbears. I am far better born than is the king; Cade. By my valour, the most complete champion More like a king more kingly in my thoughts: that ever I heard.-Steel, if thou turn the edge, or cut But I must make fair weather yet awhile, not out the burly-boned clown in chines of beef ere Till Henry be more weak, and I more strong.thou sleep in thy sheath, I beseech God on my knees, O Buckingham, I pr'ythee, pardon me, thou mayest be turned to hobnails. [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?

[Aside.

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,
Isto remove proud Somerset from the king,
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 powers.-
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,
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, any thing I have
Is his to use, so Somerset may die.

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

Enter King HENRY, attended.

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I know, ere they will have me go to ward,
They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement.
Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come amain,
To say, if that the bastard boys of York
Shall be the surety for their traitor father.
York. O blood-bespotted Neapolitan,
Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge!
The sons of York, thy betters in their birth,

K. Hen. Buckingham,doth York intend no harm to us, Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those
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; 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 Cade, whom I in combat slew.

That for my surety will refuse the boys.
Enter EDWARD and RICHARD PLANTAGENET, with For-
ces, at one side; at the other, with Forces also,
Old CLIFFORD and his son.
See,where they come; I'll warrant they'll make it good.
Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their bail.
Clif. Health and happiness to my lord the king!
[Kneels.
York. I 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;
To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad?
K.Hen. 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 chop away that factious pate of his.

K. Hen. The head of Cade? - Great God, how just But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do:-
art thou! -

O, let me view his visage being dead,

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.

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.
Buck. So please it you, my lord, 'twere not amiss
He were created knight for his good service.
K. Hen. Iden, kneel down; [He kneels.] Rise up a
knight.

We give thee for reward a thousand marks;
And will, that thou henceforth attend on us.
Iden. May Iden live to merit such a bounty,
And never live but true unto his liege!
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. He is arrested, but will not obey;
His sons, he says, shall give their words for him.
York. Will you not, sons?

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,
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,

Q. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his And manacle the bear-ward in their chains,
head,

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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 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. O monstrous traitor!—I arrest thee, York,

If thou dar'st bring them to the baiting-place.
Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening 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 yourself 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 thoroughly anon.
Clif. Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves.
K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to

bow?

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Sal. I have.

K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for such an oath?

Sal. It is great sin, to swear unto a sin;
But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath.
Who can be bound by any solemn vow
To do a murderous deed, to rob a man,
To force a spotless virgin's chastity,
To reave the orphan of his patrimony,
To wring the widow from her custom'd right;
And have no other reason for this wrong,
But that he was bound by a solemn oath?

Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister.
K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself.
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 true. War. You were best to go to bed, and dream again, To keep thee from the tempest of the field.

Clif. I am resolved 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 crest, The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged 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. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, And tread it under foot with all contempt, Despight the bear-ward that protects the bear. Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father, To quell the rebels and their 'complices. Rich. Fye! charity, for shame! speak not in spite, For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night, Y. Clif. Foul stigmatic, that's more than thou

canst tell.

Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell.
[Exeunt severally.
SCENE II.-Saint Albans.—
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.
Enter YORK.

How now, my noble lord? what, all a-foot?
York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed;
But match to match I have encounter'd him,
And made a prey for carrion kites and crows
Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well.
Enter CLIFFORD.

War. Of one or both of us the time is come.
York.Hold, Warwick,seek thou 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.

[Exit Warwick.

Clif. What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause?

York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love, 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 dreadful lay!- address thee instantly. [They fight, and Clifford falls. Clif. La fin couronne les oeuvres. [Dies. York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art

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Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will! [Exit. Enter Young CLIFFORD.

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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 valour. 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,
To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve
The silver livery of advised age;

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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;
Nor more will I their 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:
Meet I an infant of the house of York,
Into as many gobbets will I cut it,
As wild Medea young Absyrtus did;
In cruelty will I seek out my fame.
Come, thou new ruin of old Cliffor'ds house;
[Taking up the body.
As did Aeneas old Anchises bear,
So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders;
But then Aeneas bare a living load,
Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine.
Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET and SOMERSET, fighting,
and SOMERSET is killed.

[Exit.

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[Alarum, afar off.

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