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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.
Enter Buckingham and Clifford.
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.
K. Henry. Then, Heaven, set ope thy everlasting Gates,
Enter a Melenger.
K. Henry. Thus stands my State, 'twixt Cade and York die
Som. My Lord,
K. Henry. In any case be not too rough in terms;
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
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.
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,
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,
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.
Ring Bells aloud, burn Bonfires clear and bright,
Buck. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well.
York. Humphry of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting,
Buck. A Messenger from Henry, our dread Liege,
Tork. Scarce can I speak, my Choler is so great,
Buck. That is too much Prefumption on thy part;