Who loves the King, and will embrace his pardon,
Fling up his cap, and fay, God fave his Majefty!
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 fave the King! God fave the King!

Cade. What, Buckingham and Clifford, are ye fo brave? and you, base peafants, do ye believe them? will you needs be hang'd with your pardons about your necks? hath my fword therefore broke through London gates, that you should leave me at the White-hart in Southwark? I thought you would never have given out these arms 'till you had recovered your ancient freedom: but you are all recreants and daftards, and delight to live in flavery to the Nobility. Let them break your backs with burthens, take your houses over your heads, ravifh your wives and daughters before your faces. For me, I will make shift for one, and fo God's curfe light upon you all! All. We'll follow Cade, we'll follow Cade. Clif. Is Cade the fon of Henry the fifth, That thus you do exclaim you'll go with him? Will he conduct you through the heart of France, And make the meaneft of you Earls and Dukes? Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to: Nor knows he how to live, but by the spoil, Unless by robbing of your friends and us. Were't not a shame, that whilft you live at jar, The fearful French, whom you late vanquished, Should make a start o'er feas, and vanquish you? Methinks already in this civil broil

I fee 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 loft;
Spare England, for it is your native coast.
Henry hath mony, you are ftrong and manly:
God on our fide, doubt not of victory.

ALL.

All. A Clifford! a Clifford! we'll follow the King and Clifford.

Cade. Was ever feather fo lightly blown to and fro, as this multitude? the name of Henry the fifth hales them to an hundred mifchiefs, and makes them leave me defolate. I fee them lay their heads together to furprize me. My fword make way for me, for here is no ftaying; in defpight of the devils and hell, have through the very midst of you; and heavens and honour be witness, that no want of refolution in me, but only my followers bafe and ignominious treasons make me betake me to my heels. [Exit. Buck. What, is he fled? go fome and follow him. And he that brings his head unto the King, Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward.

[Exeunt fome of them.

Follow me, foldiers; we'll devife a mean
To reconcile you all unto the King.

SCENE

[Exeunt omnes.

The Palace at Killingworth.

X.

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

K. Henry. WAS ever King that 'joy'd an earthly

throne,

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

Enter Buckingham and Clifford.

Buck. Health and glad tidings to your Majesty!

K. Henry. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade furpriz'd?

Or is he but retir'd to make him strong?

Enter

Enter multitudes with balters about their necks...

Clif. He's fled, my Lord, and all his pow'rs do yield, And humbly thus with halters on their necks Expect your Highness' doom of life or death.

K. Henry. Then, heav'n, fet ope thy everlafting gates,
To entertain my vows of thanks and praife!
Soldiers, this day have you redeem'd your lives,
And fhew'd how well you love your Prince and country:
Continue still in this fo good a mind,

And Henry, though he be unfortunate,
Affure your felves will never be unkind:
And fo with thanks and pardon to you all,

I do dismiss you to your feveral countries.

All. God fave the King! God fave the King. [Exeunt.
Enter Meflenger.

Mef. Please it your Grace to be advertised,
The Duke of York is newly come from Ireland,
And with a puiffant and mighty pow'r
"'Of defp'rate gallow-glaffes` and stout kerns,
Is marching hitherward in proud array :
And still proclaimeth as he comes along,
His arms are only to remove from thee

The Duke of Somerfet, whom he terms a traitor.

K. Henry. Thus ftands my ftate 'twixt Cade and York

Like to a fhip that having 'fcap'd a tempeft

Is ftraitway calm'd and boarded with a pirate.
But now is Cade driv'n back, his men difpers'd,
And now is York in arms to fecond him.

I pray thee, Buckingham, go and meet with him,
And ask him what's the reafon of thefe arms:
Tell him I'll fend Duke Edmund to the Tower;
And, Somerfet, we will commit thee thither,
Until his army be difmift from him.

Som. My Lord,

I'll yield my felf to prifon willingly,

5 Of gallow-glaffes

[diftreft,

Or

Or unto death, to do my country good.

K. Henry. In any cafe be not too rough in terms, For he is fierce and cannot brook hard language.

Buck. I will, my Lord, and doubt not fo to deal, As all things fhall redound unto your good,

K. Henry. Come, wife, let's in, and learn to govern better; For yet may England curfe my wretched reign. [Exeunt.

Cade. fword, and yet am ready to famish. These

five days have I hid me in thefe woods and durft not peep out, for all the country is laid for me: but now am I fo hungry, that if I might have a leafe of my life for a thousand years, I could ftay no longer. Wherefore "'o'er a brick wall have I climb'd into this garden to see if I can eat grafs, or pick a fallet another while, which is not amifs to cool a man's ftomach this hot weather; and I think this word fallet was born to do me good, for many a time but for a fallet my brain-pan had been cleft with a brown bill; and many a time when I have been dry, and bravely marching, it hath ferv'd me inftead of a quart-pot to drink in; and now the word fallet must serve me to feed on.

Enter Iden.

Iden. Lord! who would live turmoiled in the Court, And may enjoy fuch quiet walks as these? This fmall inheritance my father left me Contenteth me, and's worth a monarchy. I seek not to wax great by other's waining,

Οι

Or gather wealth I care not with what envy;
Sufficeth, that I have maintains my state,
And fends the poor well pleased from my gate.

Cade. Here's the Lord of the foil come to feize me for a ftray, for entring his fee-fimple without leave. Ah, villain, thou wilt betray me and get a thousand crowns of the King by carrying my head to him; but I'll make thee eat iron like an oftridge, and swallow my fword like a great pin, ere thou and I part. Iden. Why, rude companion, whatfoe'er thou be, I know thee not; why then fhould 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 fpight of me the owner, But thou wilt brave me with these fawey terms?

Cade. Brave thee? by the beft blood that ever was broach'd, and beard thee too. Look on me well, I have eat no meat these five days, yet come thou and thy five men, and if I do not leave you as dead as a door nail, I pray God I may never eat grafs more.

Iden. Nay, it fhall ne'er be faid while England ftands,
That Alexander Iden an Efquire of Kent,
Took odds to combat a poor famish'd man,
Oppose thy ftedfaft gazing eyes to mine.
See if thou canft out-face me with thy looks:
Set limb to limb, and thou art far the leffer:
Thy hand is but a finger to my fift,

Thy leg a ftick compared with this truncheon,
My foot fhall fight with all the ftrength thou haft;
And if mine arm be heaved in the air,

Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth:

7'Ás for more words, let this my fword report (Whose greatness answers words) what fpeech forbears.` Cade. By my valour, the most complete champion that ever I heard. Steel, if thou turn thine edge, or cut not out the burly-bon'd clown in chines of beef ere thou sleep VOL. IV.

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7 As for more words, whofe greatnefs anfwers words,

Let this my fword report what fpeech forbears.

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