I fay, and strike off his head presently, and then break into his fon-in-law's houfe, Sir James Cromer, and ftrike off his head, and bring them both upon two poles hither.

All. It fhall be done.

Say. Ah, country-men, if when you make your pray❜rs, God fhould be fo obdurate as your felves,

How would it fare with your departed fouls?

And therefore yet relent, and fave my life.

Cade. Away with him, and do as I command ye: [Ex. fome with Lord Say.] the proudest Peer of the realm fhall not wear a head on his fhoulders, unless he pay me tribute; there shall not a maid be married, but the shall pay me her maidenhead ere they have it; men fhall hold of me in Capite. And we charge and command, that their wives be as free as heart can wish, or tongue can tell.

Dick. My Lord, when shall we go to Cheapfide, and take up commodities upon our bills?

Cade. Marry, prefently.

All. O brave!

Enter one with the beads.

Cade. But is not this braver ? let them kifs one another `;for they lov'd well when they were alive: Now part them again, left they confult about the giving up of fome more towns in France. Soldiers, defer the fpoil of the city until night; for with these born before us, inftead of maces, will we ride through the streets, and at every corner have them kifs. Away! [Exeunt.

SCENE IX. Changes to Southwark. Alarum, and Retreat. Enter again Cade, and all bis

Rabblement.

Cade. Up Fifb-ftreet, down St. Magnes' Corner, kill and knock down, throw them into Thames.

A Parley founded.

What noife is this I hear? dare any be fo bold to found retreat or parley, when I command them kill?

Enter Buckingham and old Clifford.

Buck. Ay, here they be that dare and will difturb thee:
Know, Cade, we come ambaffadors from the King
Unto the Commons, whom thou haft mis-led,
And here pronounce free pardon to them all
That will forfake thee, and go home in peace.

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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,
Fing up his cap, and fay, God fave his Majefty!
Who hateth him, and honours not his father,
Fry 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 peasants, do ye believe them? 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 White-bart in Southwark? I thought you would never have given out these arms 'till you had recovered your ancient 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, ravish your wives and daughters before your faces. For me, I will make shift 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 meanest of you Earls and Dukes?
Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to:
Nor knows he how to live, but by the fpoil,
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 ftart 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 base-born Cades miscarry,
Than you fhould ftoop 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 money, you are ftrong and manly;

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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 mischiefs, and makes them leave me defolate. I see 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 heav'ns and honour be witness, that no want of refolution in me, but only my followers base 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 thousand crowns for his reward.

[Exeunt fome of them.

Follow me, foldiers; we'll devife a mean
To reconcile you all unto the King.

[Exeunt omnes.

SCENE X. The Palace at Killingworth. 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 fooner was I crept out of my cradle, But I was made a King at nine months old: Was never fubject long'd to be a King, As I do long and wifh to be a fubject.

Enter Buckingham and Clifford.

Buck. Health and glad tidings to your Majefty!

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

Enter multitudes with balters 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 fhew'd how well you love your Prince and country:
Continue ftill in this fo good a mind,

And Henry, though he be unfortunate,

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Affure your felves will never be unkind :
And fo with thanks and pardon to you all,
I do difmifs you to your feveral countries.

All. God fave the King! God fave the King! [Exeunt.
Enter Meffenger.

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 defp'rate gallow-glaffes and ftout kerns,
Is marching hitherward in proud array:
And fill 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 ship that having 'fcap'd a tempest

Is flraitway calm'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 reafon of these arms:
Tell him I'll fend 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 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 so to deal,

As all things fhall redound unto your good.

K. Henry. Come, wife, let'sin, and learn to govern better; For yet may England curfe my wretched reign.

SCENE XI. A Garden in Kent.

Enter Jack Cade.

[Exeunt.

Cade. Fie on ambition; fie on my felf that have a fword, and yet am ready to famish. These 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. Where

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Wherefore o'er a brick-wall have I climb'd into this garden to fee if I can eat grafs, or pick a fallet another while, which is not amifs to cool a man's ftomach 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 instead of a quart-pot to drink in; and now the word fallet must serve to feed on. Enter Iden.

Iden, Lord! who would live turmoiled in the Court,
And may enjoy fuch quiet walks as these?
This fmall inheritance my father left me
Contenteth me, and's worth a monarchy.
'I feek not to wax great by others waining,
Or gather wealth I care not with what envy ;
Sufficeth, that I have maintains my state,
And fends the poor well pleased from my gate.

Cade. Here's the Lord of the foil come to feize me for a ftray, for entering his fee-fimple without leave. Ah, villain, thou wilt betray me and get a thousand crowns of the King by carrying my head to him; but I'll make thee eat iron like an oftridge, and fwallow my sword like a great pin, ere thou and I part.

Iden. Why, rude companion, whatsoe'er thou be,
I know thee not; why then fhould 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 fpight of me the owner,
But thou wilt brave me with these sawcy terms?

Cade. Brave thee? by the best blood that ever was broach'd, and beard thee too. Look on me well, I have eat no meat thefe 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 grafs more.

Iden. Nay, it fhall ne'er be faid while England stands,
That Alexander Iden an Efquire of Kent,
Took odds to combat a poor famish'd man.
Oppose thy ftedfast gazing eyes to mine,
See if thou canft out-face me with thy looks:
Set-limb to limb, and thou art far the leffar:

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