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* Erect his statue then, and worship it,
* And make my image but an alehouse sign.
Was I, for this, nigh wreck'd upon the sea;
And twice by awkward wind from England's
Drove back again unto my native clime?
What boded this, but well-forewarning wind
Did seem to say,-Seek not a scorpion's nest,
*Nor set no footing on this unkind shore?
*What did I then, but curs'd the gentle gusts,
*And he that loos'd them from their brazen caves;
* And bid them blow towards England's blessed
shore,

* Or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock?
*Yet Eolus would not be a murderer,
*But left that hateful office unto thee:"

*The pretty vaulting sea refus'd to drown me;
* Knowing, that thou wouldst have me drown'd on
shore,

* With tears as salt as sea, through thy unkindness:
*The splitting rocks cower'd in the sinking sands,
*And would not dash me with their ragged sides;
*Because thy flinty heart, more hard than they,
*Might in thy palace perish Margaret.
*As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs,
*When from the shore the tempest beat us back,
*I stood upon the hatches in the storm:
* And when the dusky sky began to rob

My earnest-gaping sight of thy land's view,
I took a costly jewel from my neck,-
A heart it was, bound in with diamonds,-
*And threw it towards thy land;-the sea re-
ceiv'd it;

* And so, I wish'd, thy body might my heart:
*And even with this, I lost fair England's view,
*And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart;
*And call'd them blind and dusky spectacles,
*For losing ken of Albion's wished coast.
*How often have I tempted Suffolk's tongue
*(The agent of thy foul inconstancy,)

To sit and watch me, as Ascanius did,
*When he to madding Dido would unfold
*His father's acts, commenc'd in burning Troy?
* Am I not witch'd like her? or thou not false like
him?

Ah me, I can no more! Die, Margaret!
*For Henry weeps, that thou dost live so long.
Noise within. Enter Warwick and Salisbury.
The Commons press to the door.
'War. It is reported, mighty sovereign,
"That good duke Humphrey traitorously is
der'd

By Suffolk and the cardinal Beaufort's means.
The commons, like an angry hive of bees,

That want their leader, scatter up and down,
'And care not who they sting in his revenge.
'Myself have calm'd their spleenful mutiny,
Until they hear the order of his death.

* Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey's life!
*If my suspect be false, forgive me, God;
*For judgment only doth belong to thee!

Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips
*With twenty thousand kisses, and to drain
*Upon his face an ocean of salt tears;

To tell my love unto his dumb deaf trunk,
*And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeling:
*But all in vain are these mean obsequies;

And, to survey his dead and earthly image,
What were it but to make my sorrow greater?
The folding-doors of an inner chamber are thrown
open, and Gloster is discovered dead in his bed:
Warwick and others standing by it.

*War. Come hither, gracious sovereign, view
this body.

*K. Hen. That is to see how deep my grave is
made:

For, with his soul, fled all my worldly solace;
For seeing him, I see my life in death.'

War. As surely as my soul intends to live
With that dread King that took our state upon him
To free us from his Father's wrathful curse,
'I do believe that violent hands were laid
Upon the life of this thrice-famed duke.

Suff. A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn
tongue!

'What instance gives lord Warwick for his vow? War. See, how the blood is settled in his face! Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost,2

Of ashy semblance, meagre, pale, and bloodless, 'Being all descended to the labouring heart; 'Who, in the conflict that it holds with death, 'Attracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy; 'Which with the heart there cools and ne'er returneth

To blush and beautify the cheek again.
'But, see, his face is black, and full of blood;
His eye-balls further out than when he liv'd,
Staring full ghastly, like a strangled man:
'His hair uprear'd, his nostrils stretch'd with
struggling;

'His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd
And tugg'd for life, and was by strength subdu'd.
'Look on the sheets, his hair, you see, is sticking;
'His well-proportioned beard made rough and
rugged,

'Like to the summer's corn by tempest lodg'd.
'It cannot be, but he was murder'd here;
mur-The least of all these signs were probable.

'Suff. Why, Warwick, who should do the duke
to death?

'Myself, and Beaufort, had him in protection;
And we, I hope, sir, are no murderers.

War. But both of you were vow'd duke Hum-
phrey's foes;

And you, forsooth, had the good duke to keep:

K. Hen. That he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis Tis like, you would not feast him like a friend;

too true;

But how he died, God knows, not Henry:

"Enter his chamber, view his breathless corpse,
And comment then upon his sudden death.
War. That I shall do, my liege:-Stay, Sal-
isbury,

With the rude multitude, till I return.

[Warwick goes into an inner room,
Salisbury retires.

and

K. Hen. O thou that judgest all things, stay my thoughts:

My thoughts, that labour to persuade my soul,

(1). e. I see my life destroyed or endangered by nis death.

'And 'tis well seen, he found an enemy.

'Q. Mar. Then you, belike, suspect these noble

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Even so suspicious is this tragedy.

'Q. Mar. Are you a butcher, Suffolk? where's
your knife?
Is Beaufort term'd a kite? where are his talons?
Suff. I wear no knife, to slaughter sleeping men
But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease,
That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart,
That slanders me with murder's crimson badge:-
Say, if thou dar'st, proud lord of Warwickshire,
That I am faulty in duke Humphrey's death.

[Exeunt Cardinal, Som. and others. War. What dares not Warwick, if false Suffolk dare him?

Q. Mar. He dares not calm his contumelious
spirit,

Nor cease to be an arrogant controller,
Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times.
War. Madam, be still; with reverence may I say;
For every word, you speak in his behalf,

Is slander to your royal dignity.

Suff. Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanour!
If ever lady wrong'd her lord so much,
Thy mother took into her blameful bed
Some stern untutor'd churl, and noble stock
Was graft with crab-tree slip; whose fruit thou art,
And never of the Nevils' noble race.

War. But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee,
And I should rob the deathsman of his fee,
Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames,
And that my sovereign's presence makes me mild,
I would, false murderous coward, on thy knee
Make thee beg pardon for thy passed speech,
And say-it was thy mother that thou meant'st,
That thou thyself wast born in bastardy:
And, after all this fearful homage done,
Give thee thy hire, and send thy soul to hell,
Pernicious blood-sucker of sleeping men!
Suff. Thou shalt be waking, while I shed thy
blood,

If from this presence thou dar'st go with me.
War. Away even now, or I will drag thee hence:
*Unworthy though thou art, I'll cope with thee,
* And do some service to duke Humphrey's ghost.
[Exeunt Suffolk and Warwick.
*K. Hen. What stronger breast-plate than a
heart untainted?

*Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just;
* And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel,
* Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
[A noise within.

Q. Mar. What noise is this?
Re-enter Suffolk and Warwick, with their weapons
drawn.

'K. Hen. Why, how now, lords? your wrath-
ful weapons drawn

'Here in our presence? dare you be so bold?-
"Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here?
Suff. The traitorous Warwick, with the men of
Bury,

Set all upon me, mighty sovereign.

Noise of a crowd within. Re-enter Salisbury. * Sal. Sirs, stand apart; the king shall know your mind. [Speaking to those within. Dread lord, the commons send you word by me, Unless false Suffolk straight be done to death, Or banish'd fair England's territories, "They will by violence tear him from your palace, And torture him with grievious ling'ring death. They say, by him the good duke Humphrey died;

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'They say, in him they fear your highness' death; And mere instinct of love, and loyalty,'Free from a stubborn opposite intent, As being thought to contradict your liking,;Makes them thus forward in his banishment. *They say, in care of your most royal person,

That, if your highness should intend to sleep,
And charge-that no man should disturb your rest,
* In pain of your dislike, or pain of death;
* Yet notwithstanding such a strait edict,
Were there a serpent seen, with forked tongue,
That slily glided towards your majesty,
*It were but necessary, you were wak'd;

Lest, being suffer'd in that harmful slumber,
The mortal worm' might make the sleep eternal:
*And therefore do they cry, though you forbid,
That they will guard you, whe'r you will, or no,
From such fell serpents as false Suffolk is;
With whose envenom'd and fatal sting,
Your loving uncle, twenty times his worth,
They say, is shamefully bereft of life.
Commons. [Within.] An answer from the king,
my lord of Salisbury.

Suff. 'Tis like the commons, rude unpolish'd
hinds,

Could send such message to their sovereign:
But you, my lord, were glad to be employ'd,
To show how quaint an orator you are:
But all the honour Salisbury hath won,
Is-that he was the lord ambassador,
Sent from a sort of tinkers, to the king.
Commons. [Within.] An answer from the king,
or we'll all break in.

'K. Hen. Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from me.
'I thank them for their tender loving care:
'And had I not been 'cited so by them,
'Yet did I purpose as they do entreat;
For sure, my thoughts do hourly prophesy
'Mischance unto my state by Suffolk's means.
And therefore,-by His majesty I swear,
Whose far unworthy deputy I am,-
'He shall not breathe infection in this air1
But three days longer, on the pain of death.
[Exit Salisbury.
'Q. Mar. O Henry, let me plead for gentle
Suffolk !

'K. Hen. Ungentle queen, to call him gentle Suffolk.

No more, I say; if thou dost plead for him, Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath. 'Had I but said, I would have kept my word; 'But, when I swear, it is irrevocable:

If, after three days' space, thou here be'st found * any ground that I am ruler of,

The world shall not be ransom for thy life.'Come, Warwick, come, good Warwick, go with me; I have great matters to impart to thee.

[Exeunt K. Henry, Warwick, Lords, &c. 'Q. Mar. Mischance, and sorrow, go along with

you!

'Heart's discontent, and sour affliction,
'Be playfellows to keep you company!
There's two of you; the devil make a third!
And threefold vengeance tend upon your steps!
*Suff. Cease, gentle queen, these execrations,
*And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave.
'Q. Mar. Fie, coward woman, and soft-hearted
wretch!

Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemies?
Suff. A plague upon them! wherefore should I
curse them?

(4) i. e. He shall not contaminate this air with This infected breath.

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Were by his side; sometime, he calls the king,
And whispers to his pillow, as to him,

The secrets of his overcharged soul:
And I am sent to tell his majesty,
'That even now he cries aloud for him.

'Q. Mar. Go, tell this heavy message to the king.
[Exit Vaux.
Ah me! what is this world? what news are these?
But wherefore grieve I at an hour's poor loss,
Omitting Suffolk's exile, my soul's treasure?"
Why only, Suffolk, mourn I not for thee,
And with the southern clouds contend in tears;
taste!Theirs for the earth's increase, mine for my sor-
rows?

Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan,
'I would invent as bitter-searching terms,
*As curst, as harsh, and horrible to hear,
Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth,
"With full as many signs of deadly hate,
As lean-faced envy in her loathsome cave:
My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words:
Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint;
My hair be fix'd on end, as one distract;
Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban:
And even now my burden'd heart would break,
Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink!
Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they
Their sweetest shade, a grove of cypress trees!
Their chiefest prospect, murdering basilisks!
Their softest touch, as smart as lizards' stings!
Their music, frightful as the serpent's hiss;
And boding screech-owls make the concert full!
All the foul terrors in dark-seated hell-

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Suff. If I depart from thee, I cannot live:
And in thy sight to die, what were it else,
But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap?
Here could I breathe my soul into the air,
glass,As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe,

Q. Mar. Enough, sweet Suffolk; thou torment'st thyself;

*And these dead curses-like the sun 'gainst
*Or like an overcharged gun,-recoil,
*And turn the force of them upon thyself.
Suff. You bade me ban,' and will you bid me
leave?

Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from,
Well could I curse away a winter's night,
Though standing naked on a mountain top,
Where biting cold would never let gras grow,
And think it but a minute spent in sport.

* Q. Mar. O, let me entreat thee, cease!
me thy hand,

Give

*That I may dew it with my mournful tears;
*Nor let the rain of heaven wet this place,
* To wash away my woful monuments.
'O, could this kiss be printed in thy hand;
[Kisses his hand.
*That thou might'st think upon these by the seal,
"Through whom a thousand sighs are breath'd for
thee!

'So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief;
"Tis but surmis'd whilst thou art standing by,
*As one that surfeits thinking on a want.
'I will repeal thee, or, be well assur'd,
'Adventure to be banished myself:
*And banished I am, if but from thee.

* Go, speak not to me; even now begone.

O, go not yet!-Even thus two friends condemn'd *Embrace, and kiss, and take ten thousand leaves, * Loather a hundred times to part than die. * Yet now farewell; and farewell life with thee! Suff. Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished, Once by the king, and three times thrice by thee. *'Tis not the land I care for, wert thou hence; *A wilderness is populous enough,

So Suffolk had thy heavenly company:
*For where thou art, there is the world itself,
*With every several pleasure in the world;
*And where thou art not, desolation.

* I can no more:-Live thou to joy thy life;
* Myself no joy in nought, but that thou liv'st.

Enter Vaux.

Dying with mother's dug between its líps:
Where, from thy sight, I should be raging mad
And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes,
'To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth;
'So should'st thou either turn my flying soul,
'Or I should breathe it so into thy body,
And then it liv'd in sweet Elysium.

To die by thee, were but to die in jest;
From thee to die, were torture more than death;
O, let me stay, befall what may befall.

Q. Mar. Away! though parting be a fretful
corrosive,

'It is applied to a deathful wound.

To France, sweet Suffolk: Let me hear from thee;
For wheresoe'er thou art in this world's globe,
I'll have an Iris3 that shall find thee out.
Suff. I go.

Q. Mar. And take my heart with thee.
Suff. A jewel lock'd into the woful'st cask
That ever did contain a thing of worth.
Even as a splitted bark, so sunder we;
This way fall I to death.
Q. Mar.

This way for me.
[Exeunt, severally.

SCENE III.-London. Cardinal Beaufort's bed-chamber. Enter King Henry, Salisbury, Warwick, and others. The Cardinal in bed; attendants with him.

* K. Hen. How fares my lord? speak, Beaufort, to thy sovereign.

'Car. If thou be'st death, I'll give thee England's treasure,

Enough to purchase such another island, 'So thou wilt let ine live, and feel no pain.

* K. Hen. Ah, what a sign it is of evil life, When death's approach is seen so terrible! * War. Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to

thee.

*Car. Bring me unto my trial when you will. 'Died he not in his bed? where should he die? Can I make men live, whe'r they will or no?

'Q. Mar. Whither goes Vaux so fast? what O! torture me no more, I will confess.

news, I pr'ythee?

Vaux. To signify unto his majesty,

That cardinal Beaufort is at point of death: 'For suddenly a grievous sickness took him, That makes him gasp, and stare, and catch the air, Blaspheming God, and cursing men on earth. Sometime, he talks as if duke Humprey's ghost (2) For whereas,

(1) Curse.

'Alive again? then show me where he is; 'I'll give a thousand pound to look upen him.*He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.'Comb down his hair; look! look! it stands upright,

Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul!'Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary

(3) The messenger of Juno,

"Bring the strong poison that I bought of him. *K. Hen. O thou eternal Mover of the heavens, * Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch! * O, beat away the busy meddling fiend, *That lays strong siege unto this wretch's soul, And from his bosom purge this black despair! 'War. See, how the pangs of death do make him grin.

* Sal. Disturb him not, let him pass peaceably.

Suff. Thy name affrights me, in whose sound is death.

'A cunning man did calculate my birth, And told me that by Water I should die: 'Yet let not this make thee be bloody minded: 'Why name is-Gualtier, being rightly sounded. 'Whit. Guallier, or Walter, which it is, I care not;

Ne'er yet did base dishonour blur our name,

* K. Hen. Peace to his soul, if God's goodBut with our sword we wip'd away the blot;

pleasure be!

'Lord cardinal, if thou think'st on heaven's bliss, 'Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope.'He dies, and makes no sign; O God, forgive him! 'War. So bad a death, argues a monstrous life. 'K. Hen. Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all. 'Close up his eyes, and draw the curtain close; 'And let us all to meditation.. [Exeunt.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.-Kent. The sea-shore near Dover. Firing heard at sea. Then enter from a boat, a Captain, a Master, a Master's Mate, Walter Whitmore, and others; with them Suffolk, and other gentlemen, prisoners.

* Cap. The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful' day * Is crept into the bosom of the sea;

* And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades *That drag the tragic melancholy night;

* Who with their drowsy, slow, and flagging wings, * Clip dead men's graves, and from their misty jaws * Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air. * Therefore, bring forth the soldiers of our prize; * For, whilst our pinnace anchors in the Downs, * Here shall they make their ransom on the sand, * Or with their blood stain this discolour'd shore.'Master, this prisoner freely give I thee;And thou that art his mate, make boot of this;"The other, [Pointing to Suff.] Walter Whitmore, is thy share.

'1 Gent. What is my ransom, master? let me know.

"Mast. A thousand crowns, or else lay down your head.

Mate. And so much shall you give, or off goes

yours.

"Therefore, when merchant-like I sell revenge, Broke be my sword, my arms torn and defac'd, 'And I proclaim'd a coward through the world! [Lays hold on Suffolk, 'Suff. Stay, Whitmore; for thy prisoner is prince,

The duke of Suffolk, William de la Poole. 'Whit. The duke of Suffolk, muffled up in rags. Suff. Ay, but these rags are no part of the duke Jove sometime went disguis'd, and why not I? Cap. But Jove was never slain, as thou shalt be. "Suff. Obscure and lowly swain, king Henry's The honourable blood of Lancaster, blood,

Must not be shed by such a jaded groom.2 Hast thou not kiss'd thy hand, and held my stirrup? Bare-headed plodded by my foot-cloth mule, And thought thee happy when I shook my head? How often hast thou waited at my cup, Fed from my trencher, kneel'd down at the board, "When I have feasted with queen Margaret? *Remember it, and let it make thee crest-fall'n; Ay, and allay this thy abortive pride:3

How in our voiding lobby hast thou stood, And duly waited for my coming forth? "This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalf, 'And therefore shall it charm thy riotous tongue. *Whit. Speak, captain, shall I stab the forlorn

swain?

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Poole? sir Poole? lord?

* Cap. What, think you much to pay two thou-Ay, kennel, puddle, sink; whose filth and dirt

sand crowns,

* And bear the name and port of gentlemen?

Troubles the silver spring where England drinks 'Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth,

* Cut both the villains' throats;-for die you shall;For swallowing the treasure of the realm:
The lives of those which we have lost in fight,

* Cannot be counterpois'd with such a petty sum.
* 1 Gent. I'll give it, sir; and therefore spare'
my life.

2 Gent. And so will I, and write home for it
straight.

Whit. I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboard,

'And therefore, to revenge it, shalt thou die ;

[To Suffolk.

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'Thy lips, that kiss'd the queen, shall sweep the

ground;

And thou, that smil'dst at good duke Humphrey's death,

Against the senseless winds shalt grin in vain, Who, in contempt, shall hiss at thee again: And wedded be thou to the hags of hell, *For daring to affy a mighty lord *Unto the daughter of a worthless king,

Having neither subject, wealth, nor diadem. By devilish policy art thou grown great, And, like ambitious Sylla, overgorg'd *With gobbets of thy mother's bleeding heart. By thee, Anjou and Maine were sold to France. The false revolting Normans, through thec, * Disdain to call us lord; and Picardy

Hath slain their governors, surpris'd our forts, *And sent the ragged soldiers wounded home. *The princely Warwick, and the Nevils all,

(4) To betroth in marriage.

*Whose dreadful swords were never drawn in vain, ['of a lath; they have been up these two days. As hating thee, are rising up in arms: And now the house of York-thrust from the

crown,

*By shameful murder of a guiltless king,

* And lofty proud encroaching tyranny,*Burns with revenging fire; whose hopeful colours * Advance our half-fac'd sun, striving to shine, * Under the which is writ-Invitis nubibus. * The commons here in Kent are up in arms: *And, to conclude, reproach, and beggary, *Is crept into the palace of our king, *And all by thee:-Away! convey him hence. Suff. O that I were a god, to shoot forth thunder *Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges! * Small things make base men proud: this villain here,

Being captain of a pinnace,' threatens more "Than Bargulus the strong Illyrian pirate. 'Drones suck not eagles' blood, but rob bee-hives. 'It is impossible, that I should die

By such a lowly vassal as thyself.

Thy words move rage, and not remorse, in me: 'I go of message from the queen to France; 'I charge thee, waft me safely cross the channel. Cap. Walter,

'Whit. Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy death.

*Suff. Gelidus timor occupat artus:-'tis thee I fear.

'Whit. Thou shalt have cause to fear, before I leave thee.

What, are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop? '1 Gent. My gracious lord, entreat him, speak him fair.

'Suff. Suffolk's imperial tongue is stern and

rough,

'Us'd to command, untaught to plead for favour. 'Far be it, we should honour such as these "With humble suit: no, rather let my head 'Stoop to the block, than these knees bow to any, 'Save to the God of heaven, and to my king; And sooner dance upon a bloody pole, 'Than stand uncover'd to the vulgar groom. *True nobility is exempt from fear :'More can I bear, than you dare execute.

Capt. Hale him away, and let him talk no more. Suff. Come, soldiers, show what cruelty you can, "That this my death may never be forgot! Great men oft die by vile bezonians :2 'A Roman sworder and banditto slave, 'Murder'd sweet Tully; Brutus' bastard hand 'Stabb'd Julius Cæsar; savage islanders, 'Pompey the great; and Suffolk dies by pirates.

[Exeunt Suff. with Whit. and others. Capt. And as for these whose ransoms we have sect, It is our pleasure, one of them depart :Therefore come you with us, and let him go.

[Exeunt all but the first Gentleman. Re-enter Whitmore, with Suffolk's body. 'Whit. There let his head and lifeless body lie, "Until the queen his mistress bury it.

[Exit.

1 Gent. O barbarous and bloody spectacle! 'His body will I bear unto the king: 'If he revenge it not, yet will his friends; 'So will the queen, that living held him dear. [Exit with the body. SCENE II-Blackheath. Enter George Bevis and John Holland.

'Geo. Come, and get thee a sword, though made (1) A pinnace then signified a ship of small burden,

John. They have the more need to sleep now 'then.

"Geo. I tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier means 'to dress the commonwealth, and turn it, and set 'a new nap upon it.

John. So he had need, for 'tis threadbare. Well, I say, it was never merry world in England, since gentlemen came up.

*Geo. O miserable age! Virtue is not regarded *in handvcrafts-men.

'John. The nobility think scorn to go in leather 'aprons.

*Geo. Nay more, the king's council are no good *workmen.

*John. True; And yet it is said,-Labour in *thy vocation: which is as much to say, as,-let the magistrates be labouring men; and therefore *should we be magistrates.

*Geo. Thou hast hit it: for there's no better sign *of a brave mind, than a hard hand.

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*John. I see them! I see them! There's Best's son, the tanner of Wingham ;

*Geo. He shall have the skins of our enemies, *to make dog's leather of.

John. And Dick the butcher,

*Geo. Then is sin struck down like an ox, and *iniquity's throat cut like a calf. *John. And Smith the weaver.

*Geo. Argo, their thread of life is spun.
*John. Come, come, let's fall in with them.

Drum. Enter Cade, Dick the butcher, Smith the weaver, and others in great number.

'Cade. We John Cade, so termed of our sup'posed father,

Dick. Or rather, of stealing a cade of herrings."

[Aside, 'Cade. for our enemies shall fall before us, inspired with the spirit of putting down kings and princes,-Command silence.

Dick. Silence!

Cade. My father was a Mortimer,

laver.

Dick. He was an honest man, and a good brick

[Aside.

[Aside.

Cade. My mother a Plantagenet,-
Dick. I knew her well, she was a midwife.

Cade. My wife descended of the Lacies,Dick. She was, indeed, a pedlar's daughter, and sold many laces. [Aside. Smith. But, now of late, not able to travel with 'her furred pack, she washes bucks here at home. [Aside.

'Cade. Therefore am I of an honourable house. Dick. Ay, by my faith, the field is honourable; and there was he born, under a hedge; for his father had never a house, but the cage. [Aside. *Cade. Valiant I am.

* Smith. 'A must needs; for beggary is valiant. [Aside.

[Aside.

Cade. I am able to endure much. Dick. No question of that; for I have seen him whipped three market days together. Cade. I fear neither sword nor fire. Smith. He need not fear the sword, for his coat is of proof.

[Aside. Dick. But, methinks, he should stand in fear of fire, being burnt i'the hand for stealing of sheep. [Aside. Cade. Be brave then; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be, in England, (2) Low men.

(3) A barrel of he-rings.

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