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.
Exeunt the two Staffords, and Forces.
Cade. And you, that love the commons, follow

me.

Now show 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 all in order, and march to-
ward us.

Cade. But then are we in order, when we are most out of order. Come, march forward.

[Exeunt. SCENE III. Another Part of Blackheath. Alarums. The two Parties enter and fight, and both the Staffords are slain.

Cade. Where's Dick, the butcher of Ashford ?
Dick. Here, sir.

Cade. They fell before thee like sheep and
oxen, and thou behavedst thyself as if thou hadst
been in thine own slaughter house: therefore thus
will I reward thee,-The Lent shall be as long
again as it is; and thon shalt have a license to
kill for a hundred lacking one, a week.
Dick. I desire no more.

Cade. And, to speak truth, thou deservest no less. This monument of the victory will I bear; and the bodies shall be dragged at my horse's 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, 1 warrant thee. Come, let's march towards London. [Exeunt SCENE IV. London. A Room in the Palace. Enter King Henry, reading a supplication; the Duke of Buckingham, and Lord Say, with him; at a distance, Queen Margaret, mourning over Suffolk's Head.

Q. 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
rebel's supplication?

K. Hen. I'll send some holy bishop to entreat:
For God forbid, so many simple souls
Should perish by the sword! And I myself,
Rather than bloody war shall cut them short,
Will parley with Jack Cade their general.-
But stay, I'll read it over once again.
Q. Mar. Ah, barbarous villains! hath this
lovely face

Rul'd, like a wandering planet, over me;
And could it not enforce them to relent,
That were unworthy to behold the same?
K. Hen. Lord Say, Jack Cade hath sworn to
have thy head.

Say. Ay, but I hope, your highness shall have

his.

K. Hen. How now, madam? Still
Lamenting, and mourning for Suffolk's death?
I fear, my love, if that had been dead,
Thou wouldest not have mourn'd so much for

me.

Q. Mar. No, my love, I should not mourn, but die for thee.

Enter a Messenger.

K. Hen. How now! what news? why com'st thou in such haste?

Mes. The rebels are in Southwark; Fly, my lord!

Jack Cade proclaims himself I ord Mortimer,

Descended 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 hinds 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,
They call-false caterpillars, and intend their
death.

K. Hen. O graceless men! they know not what
they do.

Buck. My gracious lord, retire to Kenelworth, Until a power be raised to put them down.

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

These Kentish rebels would be soon appeas'd.
K. Hen. Lord Say, the traitors hate 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 Mess. Jack Cade hath gotten London Bridge;

the citizens

Fly 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.
Buck. Then Linger not, iny lord; away, take

horse.

K. Hen. Come, Margaret; God, our hope, will

succour us.

Q. Mar. My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceas'd.

K. Hen. Farewell, my lord; [To Lord Say.] trust not the Kentish rebels,

Buck. Trust nobody, for fear you be betray'd. Say. The trust I have is in mine innocence, And therefore am I bold and resolute. [Exeunt.

SCENE V. The same. The Tower. Enter Lord Scales, and others, on the Walls. Then enter certain Citizens, below.

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.

Scales. Such aid as I can spare, you shall
command;

But I am troubled here with them myself,
The rebels have assay'd to win the Tower.
But get you to Smithfield, and gather 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.

[Exeunt

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. [Exeunt.

SCENE VII. The same. Smithfield. Alarum. Enter on one side, Cade and his Company, on the other, Citizens, and the King's Forces headed by Matthew Gough. They fight; the Citizens are routed, 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.

not whole yet.

John. Mass, 'twill be sore law then; for he was thrust in the mouth with a spear, and 'tis [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

common.

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.

Kent, in the commentaries Cæsar 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.
I sold not Maine, I lost not Normandy:
Yet, to recover them, would lose my life.
Justice with favour have I always done;
Prayers and tears have mov'd me, gifts could
When have I aught exacted at your hands,
Kent, to maintain the king, the realm, and
yon?

never.

Large gifts have I bestow'd on learned clerks,
Because my book preferr'd me to the king:
And-seeing ignorance is the curse of God,
Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to hea-

ven,

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. 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 him.

Whom have I injur'd, that ye seek my death?
These hands are free from guiltless blood-shed-
ding,

This breast from harbouring foul deceitful
thoughts.
O, let me live!

Enter George Bevis, with the Lord Say. Cade. Well, he shall be beheaded for it ten times.-Ay, thou say, thou serge, nay, thou buckram lord! now art thou within point-blank of our jurisdiction regal. What canst thou an- Say. Tell me, wherein I have offended most? swer to my majesty, for giving up of Normandy Have I affected wealth, or honour; speak? unto Monsieur Basimecu, the dauphin of France! Are my chests fill'd up with extorted gold? Be it known unto thee, by these presence, even Is my apparel sumptuous to behold? the presence of Lord Mortimer, that I am the besom that must sweep the court clean of such filth as thou art. Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm, in erecting a grammar-school: aud whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used; Cade. I feel remorse in myself with his words: and, contrary to the king, his crown, and dig- but I'll bridle it; he shall die, an it be but for nity, thou hast built a paper-mill. It will be pleading so well for his life. Away with him! proved to thy face, that thou hast men about he has a familiar under his tongue; he speaks thee, that usually talk of a noun, and a verb; not o' God's name. Go, take him away, I say, and such abominable words, as no Christian ear and strike off his head presently; and then break can endure to hear. Thou hast appointed jus-into his son-in-law's house, Sir James Cromer, tices of peace, to call poor men before them and strike off his head, and bring them both about matters they were not able to answer. upon two poles hither. Moreover, thou hast put them in prison; and All. It shall be done. 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 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.

Dick. And work in their shirt too; as myself, for example, that am a butcher. Say. You men of Kent,Dick. What say you of Kent? Bay. 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.

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 head 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 in capite; and we charge and command, that their wives be as free as heart can wish, or tongue can tell.

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

[Exit.

Re-enter Rebels, with the heads of Lord Say and makes them leave me desolate. I see them and his Son-in-law. lay their heads together, to surprise me; my Cade. But is not this braver ?-Let them kiss sword make way for me, for here is no staying. one another, for they loved well, when they-In despite of the devils and hell, have through were alive. Now part them again, lest they the very midst of you! and heavens and honour consult about the giving up of some more towns be witness, that no want of resolution in me, in France. Soldiers, defer the spoil of the city but only my followers' base and ignominious until night: for with these borne before us, in-treasons, makes me betake me to my heels. stead of maces, will we ride through the streets; Buck What, is he fled 7 go some, and follow and, at every corner, have them kiss.-Away! [Exeunt. SCENE VIII. Southwark. Alarum. Enter Cade, and all his Rabblement. Cade. Up Fish Street! down Saint Magnus' Corner! kill and knock down! throw them into Thames!-[A 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 7

Enter Buckingham, and Old Clifford, with
Forces.

Buck. Ay, here they be that dare and will
disturb thee:

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 7-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 London Gates, that you should leave me at the White Hart in Southwark? I thought, ye would never have given out these arms, till you had recovered your ancient freedom; but you are all recreants, and dastards; and delight to live in slavery to the nobility. Let them break your backs with burdens, take your houses over your heads, ravish your wives and daughters before your faces; For me,-I will make shift for one; and so-God's curse 'light upon you all!

All. We'll follow Cade, we'll follow Cade.
Clif. Is Cade the son 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 meanest 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.
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

him;

And he, that brings his head unto the king,
Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward.-
[Exeunt some of them.
Follow me, soldiers; we'll devise a mean
To reconcile you all unto the king. [Exeunt.

SCENE IX. Kenelworth Castle.
Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, and So-
merset, on the Terrace of the Castle.

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

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 show'd how well you love your prince
and country;

Continue still in this so good a mind,
And Hemry, though he be infortunate,
Assure yourselves, will never be unkind:
And so, with thanks, and pardon to you all,
I do dismiss you to your several countries.
All. God save the king! God save the king!
Enter a Messenger.

Mess. Please it your grace to be advertised,
The duke of York is newly come from Ireland;
And with a puissant and a mighty power,
Of Gallowglasses and stout Kernes,
Is marching hitherward in proud array;
And still proclaimeth, as he comes along,
His arms are only to remove from thee
The duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traitor.
K. Hen. Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade
and York 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.

I 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

Cade. Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro, as this multitude? the name of Henry For the Fifth hales them to a hundred mischiefs,

Buck. I will, my lord; and doubt not so to deal,
As all things shall redound unto your good.
K. Hen. Come, wife, let's in, and learn to
govern better;

For yet may England curse my wretched reign.
[Exeunt.

SCENE X. Kent. Iden's Garden.

Enter Cade.

I'll defy them all. Wither, garden; and be henceforth a burying-place to all that do dwel in this house, because the unconquered soul of Cade is filed.

Iden. Is 't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous traitor?

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; Cade. Fie on ambition! fie on myself; that But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat, have a sword, and yet am ready to famish ! To emblaze the honour that thy master got. These five days have I hid me in these woods; Cade. Iden, farewell; and be proud of thy and durst not peep out, for all the country is victory; Tell Kent from me, she hath lost her lay'd for me: but now I am so hungry, that if best man, and exhort all the world to be cow I might have a lease of my life for a thousand ards; for I, that never feared any, am van years, I could stay no longer. Wherefore, on a quished by famine, not by valour. [Dies. brick wall have I climbed into this garden; to Iden. How much thou wrong'st me, heaven see if I can eat grase, or pick a sallet another be my judge. 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 And as I thrust thy body in with my sword, time, but for a sallet, my brain-pan had been So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell. cleft with a brown bill; and, many a time, Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels when I have been dry, and bravely marching, Unto a dunghill, which shall be thy grave, it hath served me instead of a quart-pot to drink And there cut off thy most ungracious head; in; and now the word sallet must serve me to Which I will bear in triumph to the king, feed on. Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon.

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 with-
out leave. Ah, villain, thou wilt betray me,
and get a thousand crowns of the king for car-
rying 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 thon 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 those 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 Eng-
land stands,

That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent,
Took odds to combat a poor famish'd man.
Oppose thy steadfast-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 mine arm be heaved in the air,
Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth.

Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare

thee !

[Exit, dragging out the Body.

ACT V.

SCENE 1. 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 Forces 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 I who would not buy thee
dear?

Let them obey, that know not how to rule;
This hand was made to handle nonght 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
greeting.

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, As for words, whose greatness answers words, I am so angry at these abject terms; Let this my sword report what speech for bears. And now, like Ajax Telamonius, Cade. By my valour, the most complete cham-On sheep or oxen, could I spend my fury! pion that ever I heard.-Steel, if thou turn the I am far better born than is the king: edge, or cut not out the burly-boned clown in More like a king, more kingly in my chines of beef ere thou sleep in thy sheath, I beseech God on my knees, thou mayest be But I must make fair weather yet a while, turned to hobnails. [They fight; Cade falls. Henry be more weak, and I more O, I am slain! famine, and no other, hath slain strong.me: let ten thousand devils come against me, O Buckingham, I pr'ythee, pardon me, and give me but the ten meals I have lost, and That I have given no answer all this while;

Till

thoughts;

Aside.

My mind was troubled with deep melancholy.
The cause why I have brought this army hither,
Is to 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 7
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.

K. Hen. Buckingham, doth 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;
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.
K. Hen. The head of Cade ?-Great God, how
just 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.

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,
Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown:
Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace.
York. Would'st have me kneel? first let me
ask of these,

If they can brook I bow a knee to man.-
Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail;

[Exit an Attendant.

I know, ere they will have me go to ward,
They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchise-

ment.

Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come
amain,
To say, that if the bastard boys of York
[Exit Buckingham.
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,
Shall be their father's bail: and bane to those
That for my surety will refuse the boys.
Enter Edward and Richard Plantagenet, with
Forces, 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 all 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;
But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do :
To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad?
K. Hen. Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious
humour

K. Hen. How art thou call'd? and what is Makes him oppose himself against his king.

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. 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?
Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison'd

thoughts,

Clif. He is a traitor; let him to the Tower,
And chop away that factious pate of his.
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 I

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; Drums. Enter Warwick and Salisbury, with Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me.

Forces.

Clif. Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears
to death,

And manacle the bearward in their chains,
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 cried:
And such a piece of service will you do,

And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart.
Shall I endure the sight of Somerset 7-
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 trai-If

tor.

That head of thine doth not become a crown;
Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff,
And not to grace an awfnf princely sceptre."

you oppose yourselves to match Lord War

wick.

Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested
Jump,

As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!