Alarum, and Retreat. Enter again Cade, and all his Rabblement.

Cade. UP Fish-street, down St. Magnus Corner,

Thames.

kill and knock down; throw them into
[A Parley founded.

What noise is this I hear?
Dare any be fo bold to found retreat or parley,
When I command them kill?

Enter Buckingham and old Clifford, attended.

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

Know, Cade, we come Ambaffadors from the King
Unto the Commons, whom thou haft mif-led;
And here pronounce free pardon to them All,
That will forfake thee, and go home in peace.
Clif. What fay ye, Country-men, will ye relent,
And yield to mercy, whilft '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 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, bafe peafants, do ye believe 'em? 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 Whitebart in Southwark? I thought, you would never have given out these arms, till you had recovered your an

cient

cient 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 daugh-
ters before your faces. For me, I will make fhift
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 fhame, 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 bafe-born Cades mifcarry;
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 coaft.

Henry hath mercy, you are strong and manly:
God on our fide, doubt not of victory.

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 midft of you; and heavens and honour be witness, that no want of refolution in me, 6 Henry bath MONEY,] We should read MERCY.

but

but only my followers bafe and ignominious treafons 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 thoufand crowns for his reward.

[Exeunt fome of them.

Follow me, foldiers; we'll devile a mean
To reconcile

you All unto the King. [Exeunt omnes.

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

K. Henry. WAS ever King that joy'd an earth,

ly 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 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. Henry. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade furpriz❜d?

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

Enter multitudes with halters 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 everlasting
gates,

To entertain my vows of thanks and praise.
Soldiers, this day have you redeem'd your lives,

And

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 yourselves, will never be unkind :
And fo with thanks, and pardon to you all,
I do dismiss you to your several countries.
All. God fave the King! God fave the King!
Enter Messenger.

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 Gallow-glaffes and ftout 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 Somerfet, whom he terms a traitor.
K. Henry. Thus ftands my ftate, 'twixt Cade and
York diftreft;

Like to a fhip, that, having 'fcap'd a tempeft,
7 Is ftraitway claim'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 reason of these arms :
Tell him, I'll fend Duke Edmund to the Tower;
And, Somerfet, we will commit thee thither,

7 Is ftraitway claim'd and boarded with a pirate.] So the Editions read; and one would think it plain enough; alluding to York's claim to the crown. Cade's head-long tumult was well compared to a tempeft, as York's premeditated rebellion to a piracy. But fee what it is to be critical; Mr. Theobald fays, claim'd should be calm'd, because a calm frequently fucceeds a tempeft. It may be fo; but not here, if the King's word may be taken: who exprefly fays, that no foer was Cade driven back, but York appear'd in arms,

But now is Cade driv'n back, his men difpers'd;
And now is York in arms to second him.

Until his army be difmift from him.
Som. My lord,

I'll yield myself to prifon willingly,

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.

SCE

[Exeunt.

NE IX.

A Garden in KENT.

Enter Jack Cade.

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

IE on ambitions; fie on myself, that have

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 on 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 stomach 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 ferve me to feed on.

Enter Iden.

Iden. Lord! who would live turmoiled in the Court, 8 but for a fallet, my brain-pan, &c.] A fallet by corruption from calata, a helmet, (fays Skinner) quia galea calata fuerunt. Mr. Pope.

And