Soldiers, this day have you redeem'd your lives, Continue still in this so good a mind, Enter a Messenger. Mes. Please it your grace to be advertised, K. Henry. Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade Like to a ship, that, having 'scap'd a tempest, I'll yield myself to prison willingly, K. Hen. In any case be not too rough in terms; 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 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 15 thousand crowns of the king for carrying my head to him; but I'll make thee eat iron like an ostridge, and swallow my sword like a great pin, ere thou and I part. Iden. Why, rude companion, whatsoe'er thou be, 25 Cade. Brave thee? ay, by the best 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 all as dead as a door-nail, I pray God, 30 I may never eat grass more. Iden. Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while England That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent, Buck. I will, my lord; and doubt not so to deal, 35 Oppose thy stedfast-gazing eyes to mine, As all things shall redound unto your good. K. Henry. Come, wife, let's in, and learn to govern better; For yet may England curse my wretched reign. SCENE X. A Garden in Kent. See if thou canst out-face me with thy looks. Thy leg a stick, compared with this truncheon; Cade. Fie on ambition! fie on myself; that 45 Cade. By my valour, the most complete cham 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 50 no longer. Wherefore, on a brick-wall have 1 climb'd 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: 55 a burying-place to all that do dwell in this house, for, many a time, but for a sallet2, my brain-pan had been cleft with a brown bill; and, many a time, when I have been dry, and bravely marching, it hath serv'd me instead of a quart-pot to pion that ever I heard. Steel, if thou turn the edge, or cut not out the burly-bon'd clown in chines of beef ere thou sleep in thy sheath, I beseech Jove on my knees, thou may'st be turn'd to hobnails. [Here they fight. 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 because the unconquer'd 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, Gallowglasses and Kernes were two orders of foot soldiers among the Irish. corruption from cæleta, a helmet, (says Skinner,) quia galeæ cælatæ fuerunt. more words, whose pomp may answer words, and only words, I shall forbear them, to my sword. : 2 A sallet, by That is, As for and refer the rest And dead': And hang thee o'er my tomb, when I am Cate. 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 fear'd any, am vanquish'd by famine, not by valour. Iden. How much thou wrong'st me, heaven be my judge. [thee! Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare And as I thrust thy body in with my sword, 5o 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, [Dies. 10 Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon. [Exit. SCENE I. ACT Fields near Saint Albans.. Enter York, attended, with drum and colours. York, at a distance from his followers. FROM Ireland thus comes York, to claim his right, V. Seditious to his grace, and to the state. Buck. That is too much presumption on thy part: And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head: On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France. Enter Buckingham. York. Upon thine honour, is he prisoner? powers. Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves; 30 Command my eldest son, nay, all my sons,- Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me? 35 Buck. York, I commend this kind submission: The king hath sent him, sure: I must dissemble. Buck. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee [greeting. well. We twain will go into his highness' tent. Enter King Henry, and Attendants. K. Henry. Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us, York. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy 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; 40 That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn, dost bring? Should'st raise so great a power without his leave, 45 York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence; I will make a votive offering of thee, and for that purpose hang thee over the tomb in which I purpose to have my body laid, when I am dead. That is, balance my hand, A poor esquire of Kent, that loves the king. We give thee for reward a thousand marks; York. We thank thee, Clifford: Say, what news with thee? Nay, do not fright us with an angry look: We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again; 5 For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee. K. Henry. See, Buckingham! Somerset comes 10 with the queen; Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mistake; Makes him oppose himself against his king. 2. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey; pons shall. But boldly stand, and front him to his face. False king! why hast thou broken faith with me, Not fit to govern and rule multitudes, 20 Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we Which dar'st not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor. 25 They may astonish these fell lurking curs: That head of thine doth not become a crown; Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff, Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me. And not to grace an awful princely scepter. Clif. Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears That gold must round engirt these brows of mine; to death, Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear, 30 And manacle the bear-ward in their chains, O'er him, whom heaven created for thy ruler. 35 Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs, and cry'd: Som. O monstrous traitor ! I arrest thee, York, Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown: York. Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail. And such a piece of service will you do, [Exit an Attendunt. 40 York. Nay, we shall heat you thorougly anon. Wouldst have ine kneel? first let me ask of these, They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement. Clif. Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves. [to bow?K. Henry. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot Old Salisbury, shame to thy silver hair, 2. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come 45 Thou mad mis-leader of thy brain-sick son ! To say, if that the bastard boys of York Shall be the surety for their traitor father. York. O blood-bespotted Neapolitan, Out-cast of Naples, England's bloody scourge! 50 Where shall it find a harbour in the earth? amain, What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian, Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war, 2. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny king! 60 Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself The Nevils, earls of Warwick, had a bear and ragged staff for their cognizance. baiting was anciently a royal sport. 2 Bear K. Henry. III. himself. [hast, As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou 15 Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and I am resolv'd for death, or dignity. Old Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true. War. You were best go to bed, and dream again, But that 'tis shewn 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 !20 York. A dreadful lay 3!-address thee instantly. [Fight, and Clifford falls. Clif. La fin couronne les œuvres. [Dies. York, Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still. War. Now by my father's badge, old Nevil's 25 Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will! crest, The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff, Enter young Clifford, [Exit. Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the rout; Old Clif. And from thy burgonet I'llrendthybear, R. Plan. Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in spight, For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night. Hath not essentially, but by circumstance, And the premised' flames of the last day Y. Clif. Foul stigmatic2, that's more than thou 40 Knit earth and heaven together! canst tell. R. Plan. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in [Exeunt severally. hell. SCENE II. The Field of Battle at Saint Albans, War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls! Now let the general trumpet blow his blast, To cease! W ast thou ordain'd, dear father, 45 The silver livery of advised age; And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarm, 50 No more will I their babes: tears virginal And dead men's cries do fill the empty air,- Shall be to me even as the dew to fire; Enter York. And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims, How now, my noble lord? what, all a-foot? 60 [Taking up the body. i. e. a 1i. e. thy helmet. 2 A stigmatic is one on whom nature has set a mark of deformity. dreadful wager. 4 i. e. prepare. Premised, for sent before their time. The sense is, let the flames reserved for the last day be sent now. i, e, to stop. i. e. to obtain. As did Æneas old Anchises bear, SCENE So bear I thee upon my inanly shoulders; But then Æneas bare a living load, Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine. [Exit. Exter Richard Plantagenet and Somerset, to fight. R. Plan. So, lie thou there; [Somerset is killed. 2. Mar. Away, my lord, you are slow; for K. Henry. Can we out-run the heavens? good Margaret, stay. 2. Mar. What are you made of? you'll nor Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, [Alarum afar off. If you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom 5 Alarum. Retreat. Enter York, Richard Planta- York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him; R. Plan. My noble father, Enter Salisbury. Sal. Now, by mysword, well hast thou fought to-day; By the mass, so did we all. -I thank you, Richard: 25 God knows, how long it is I have to live; And it hath pleas'd him, that three times to-day You have defended me from imminent death.Well, lords, we have not got that which we have; "Tis not enough our foes are this time fled, And where this breach, now in our fortunes made, 30 Being opposites to such repairing nature. May readily be stopp'd. Enter young Clifford. Clif. But that my heart's on future mischief set, [Exeunt. York. I know our safety is to follow them; Let us pursue him, ere the writs go forth :- 40 Sound, drums and trumpets; -- and to London all: The death of Somerset here accomplishes that equivocal prediction given by Jourdain, the witch, concerning this duke; which we met with at the close of the First Act of this play. 2 i. e. all wear or ravage. The brow of youth means the height or summit of youth, i. e. three times I saw him fallen, and, striding over him, defended him till he recovered. : |