Thy hand is but a finger to my fift, Thy leg a stick compared with this truncheon, My foot fhall fight with all the ftrength thou haft ; Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth: As for more words, let this my fword report (Whose greatness answers words) what speech forbears. Cade. By my valour, the most complete champion that ever I heard. Steel, if thou turn thine edge, or cut not cut the burly-bon'd clown in chines of beef ere thou sleep in thy fheath, I befeech Jove on my knees thou may'st be turned into hobnails. Here they fight. OI am slain! famine, and no other, hath flain me; let ten thousand devils come against me, and give me but the ten meals I have loft, and I'd defy them all. Wither, garden, and be henceforth a burying-place to all that do dwell in this houfe, because the unconquer'd foul of Cade is filed! Iden. Is't Cade that I have flain, that monftrous traitor? Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed, And hang thee o'er my tomb when I am dead, Ne'er fhall this blood be wiped from thy point, But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat, To emblaze the honour which thy mafter got. Cade. Iden, frewel, and be proud of thy victory: tell Kent from me fhe hath loft her best man, and exhort all the world to be cowards; for I that never fear'd any, am vanquished by famine, not by valour. [Dies. Iden. How much thou wrong'ft me, heaven be my judge! Die, damned wretch, the curfe of her that bare thee! And as I thruft thy body in with my fword, So wifh I, I might thruft thy foul to hell. Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels Unto a dunghill which fhall be thy grave, And there cut off thy moft ungracious head, Which I will bear in triumph to the King, Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon. [Exit. ACT Enter York, and his army of Irish, with drum and colours. Rom Ireland thus comes York to claim his right, York. Fand pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head. Ring bells aloud, burn bonfires clear and bright, A scepter fhall it have, (have I a foul,) On which I'll tofs the Flower-de-Luce of France. Whom have we here? Buckingham to disturb me? Buck. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well. York. Humphry of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting. Art thou a meffenger, or come of pleasure ? Buck. A meffenger from Henry our dread Liege, On fheep or oxen could I fpend my fury. [Afide, 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; The King hath yielded unto thy demand: The Duke of Somerset is in the Tower. Buck. York, I commend this kind submission, [Exeunt. SCENE II. The King's Pavilion. Enter King Henry and Attendants. Re-enter Buckingham and York with Attendants. K. Henry. Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us, That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? York. In all fubmiffion and humility, York doth prefent himself unto your Highness. K. Henry. Then what intend thefe forces thou doft bring? And fight against that monstrous rebel Cade, Whom fince I heard to be discomfited. Enter Iden with Cade's head. Iden. If one fo rude and of fo mean condition May pass into the presence of a King, Lo, I prefent your Grace a traitor's head; The head of Cade, whom I in combat few. K. Henry. The head of Cade? great God! how juft art thou! O let me view his vifage being dead, That living wrought me fuch exceeding trouble. Tell Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that flew him? K. Henry. How art thou call'd? and what is thy degree? A poor Efquire of Kent that loves the King. Buck. So please it you, my Lord, 'twere not amifs He were created Knight for his good service. K. Henry. Iden, kneel down; and rife thou up a Knight: We give thee for reward a thousand marks, And will that thou henceforth attend on us. Iden. May Iden live to merit fuch a bounty, And never live but true unto his Liege ! SCENE III. Enter Queen Margaret and Somerfet. K.Henry. See, Buckingham, Somer fet comes with theQueen ; Go, bid her hide him quickly from the Duke. Q. Mar. For thoufand Yorks he fhall not hide his head, But boldly stand and front him to his face. York. How now? is Somerfet at liberty? Falfe King, why haft thou broken faith with me, Which dar'ft not, no, nor canft not rule a traitor. The ftory is that Telephus the Son of Hercules being King of Myfia oppofed the paffage of the Greeks to Trey, and being grievously wounded by Ahilles confulted the oracle how he might be cured. The answer he received was that nothing but the fame Spear which gave the Wound could heal it: upon which he made friends to Achilles who by the ruft from the teel of his Spear fcraped into the Wound cured him. And in return for fo great a benefit Telephus followed Achilles as an Auxiliary to the hege of Troy. Ovid refers to this Story in the following vertes: Is able with the change to kill and cure. And with the fame to act controlling laws : York. Sirrah, call in my fons to be my bail: I know, ere they will let me go to ward, Enter Edward Plantagenet and Richard Plantagenet. See where they come, I'll warrant they'll make it good. Enter Clifford, Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their bail. Clif. Health and all happiness to my Lord the King! York. I thank thee, Clifford; fay, what news with thee? Nay, do not fright me with an angry look; We are thy Sovereign, Clifford, kneel again; For thy mistaking fo, we pardon thee. Clif. This is my King, York, I do not mistake, But thou mistak'ft me much to think I do; To Bedlam with him, is the man grown mad? K. Henry. Ay, Clifford, a Bedlam and ambitious humour Makes him oppose himself against his King. Vulnus in Herculeo qua quondam fecerat hofte And Propertius, Myfus & Emoniâ juvenis quâ cufpide vulnus |