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I see them lay their Heads together to surprize me. My Sword make way for me, for here is no staying ; in despight of the Devils and Hell, have through the very midst of you; and Heavens and Honour be witness, that no want of Resolution in me, but only my Followers base 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 some of them. Follow me, Soldiers; we'll devise 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 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 Subje&.

Enter Buckingham and Clifford.
Buck: Health and glad Tidings to your Majesty.

K. Henry. Why Buckingham, is the Traitor Cade surpriz'd? Or is he but retir'd to make him strong?

Enter Multitudes with Halters about their Necks.
Clif. He is 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. Henry. Then, Heaven, set ope thy everlasting Gates,
To entertain my Vows of Thanks and Praife.
Soldiers, this day have you redeem'd your Lives,
And shew'd how well you love your Prince and Country:
Continue still in this so good a Mind,
And Henry, though he be unfortunate,
Affure your felves 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.


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Enter a Melenger.
Mes. Please it your Grace to be advertised,
The Duke of York is newly come from Ireland,
And with a puissant and mighty Power
Of Gallow-glasses 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. Henry. Thus stands my State, 'twixt Cade and York die
Like to a ship, that having scap'd a Tempeft, [Atreft,
Is straightway calm'd and boarded with a Pyrate.
But now, is Cade driven back, his Men dispers’d,
And now is York in Arms to second him,
I pray thee Buckingham, go and meet with 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 dismist from him.

Som. My Lord,
I'll yield my felf to Prison willingly,
Or unto Death, to do my Country good.

K. Henry. 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 fo to deal, 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. [Exeunt.

Enter Jack Cade. Cade. Fy on Ambition; fy on my self, that have a Sword, and yet am ready to familh. These five days have. I hid me in these Woods, and durft not peep out, for all the Country is laid 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 Brick Wall have I climb'd into this Garden, to see if I can cảr Grafs, or pick a Sillet another while, which is not amils 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 Saller, my Brain-pan had

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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 drink in; and now the word Sallet muft serve me to feed on.

Enter Iden.
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's worth a Monarchy.
I seek not to wax great by others warning,
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 entring his Fee-fimple without leave. Ah Villain, thou wilt betray me, and get 1000 Crowns of the King, by carrying my Head to him, but I'll make thee eat Iron like an Oftridge, and swallow my Sword like a great Pin, e'er 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 sight of me the Owner,
But thou wilt brave me with these fawcy Terms?

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 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 out face 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 wich this Trunchcon, 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:
As for more Words, whose greatness answers Words,
Let this my Sword report what Speech forbear's.

Cade. By my Valour; the most compleat Champion that ever I heard. Steel, if thou turn thine edge, or cut not out the burly bond Clown in Chines of Beef, e'er thou sleep in thy Sheath, I beseech Jove on my Knees thou may'st be turned to Hobnails.

Here they Fight. O I am Nain! Famine and no other hath flain me, let ten thousand Devils come against me, and give me but the ten Meals I have lost, and I'd defie 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 Aed.

Iden. Is't Cade that I have flain, 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, But thou shalt wear it as a Herald's Coat, To emblaze the Honour which thy Master got.

Cade. Iden farewel, and be proud of thy Vi&ory: Tell Kent from me, the hath lost her best Man, and exhort all the World to be Cowards ; for I that never feared 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. Enter York, and his Army of Irish, with Drum and

Colours, Tork. From Ireland thus comes York to claim his Right, And pluck the Crown from feeble Henry's Head.


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Ring Bells aloud, burn Bonfires clear and bright,
To entertain great England's lawful King.
Ah Sankta 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 Scepter ballance it.
A Scepter shall iç 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 muft diffemble.

Buck. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well.

York. Humphry 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 3
Or why, thou being a Subject, as I am,
Against thy Oath, and true Allegiance fworn,
Should raise so great a Power without his leave?
Or dare to bring thy Force fo near the Court?

Tork. Scarce can I speak, my Choler is so great,
Oh, I could hew up Rocks, and fight with Flint,
I am so angry at these abje& Terms.
And now like Ajax Telamonius,
On Sheep or Oxen could I spend my Fury.
I am far better born than is the King:
More like a King, more Kingly in my Thoughts.
But I must make fair Weather yet a while,
Till Henry be more weak, and I more strong, [Afide
O Buckingham! I prethee pardon me,
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,
Is to remove proud Somerset from the King,
Seditious to his Grace, and to the State.

Buck. That is too much Prefumption on thy part;
But if thy Arms be to no other end,
The King hath yielded unto thy Demand:


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