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And still proclaimeth, as he comes along,
Som. My Lord,
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 go
vern better; For yet may England curse my wretched reign.
[Exeunt. S CE N E IX. A Garden in Kent.
Enter Jack Cade. Cade. Fy on ambitions; fy on myself, 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 thouiand years, I could stay no longer; wherefore on a brick-wall have I climb'd into this gardeny to see if I can eat grals, or pick a fallet another while, which is not amiss to cool a man's stomach this hot weather. And I think this word fallet was born to do me good; for many a time, but for a sallet, my brain-pan had been cleft with
a brown bill; and many a time when I have been dry, and bravely marching, it hath ferved me instead of a quart-pot to drink in; and now the word. fallet must Terve me to feed on.
Entar Iden. Iden. Lord! who would live turmoiled in the And may enjoy fuch quiet walks as these? [courts This small inheritance my father left me Gontenteth me, and's worth a monarchy. I seek not to wax great by others' waining, Or gather wealth I care not with what envy ; Sufficeth that I have maintains my state, And lends the poor well pleased from my gate.
Cade. Here's the Lord of the soil come to feize me for a stray, for enrering his fee-simple 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 inake thee eat iron like an ostridge, and swallow my lword like a great pin ere thou .
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 iny grounds, Climbing my walls in spight of me the owner, But thou wilt brave me with these saucy 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 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
Iden. Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while England That Alexander Iden, an Esquire of Kent, [stands, Took odds to combat a poor famith'd Oppose thy stedfast gazing eyes to mine, See if thou canst outface me with thy looks; Set limb to limb, and thou art far the lefser; Thy hand is but a finger to my fist; Thy leg a stick, compared with this truncheon; My fooi ihall fight with all the strength thou hast;
and I part.
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-bon'd clown in chines of beef ere thou sleep in thy sheath, ! beleech Jove on my knees thou may'st be turned into hobnails.
[Here they fight. I am Main ! famine, and no other, hath lain me; Jet ten thousand devils come against me, and give me but the ten meals I have lost, and I'd defy them all. Wither, garden, and be henceforth a burying
place to all that do dwell in this house, because the
Cade. Iden, farewell, and be proụd of thy victoTy. Tell Kent from me, she hath lost her best man; and exhort all the world to be cowards; for I, that never fear'd any, am vanquilli'd by famine, not by valour.
[Dies. Iden. How much thou wrongʻft me, Heaven be
my judge ! Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bāre 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. [Ex#
In the fields near London,
Enfer York and his army of Irish, with drum and
colours. York, at a distance from his followers. "Rom Ireland thus comes York to claim his right, Ring, bells, a loud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright, To entertain great England's lawful king. Åh, Majesty! 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 sceptre, balance it t. A sceptre 1:all it have, have I a foul, 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 must dissemble. 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? Or why thou, being a subject, as I am, Again't thy oath and true allegiance sworn, Should raise so great a power without his leave, Or dare to bring thy force so near the court. York. Scarce can I speak, my choler is so
great. Oh! I could hew up rocks, and fight with Aside.
& That is, balance my hand. Johnson.
And now, like Ajax Telemonius,
Buck. That is too much presumption on thy part;
York Upon thine honour is he prisoner?
York. Then, Buckingham, I do dilmifs my powers.
And let my Sovereign, virtuous Henry,
Buck. York, I commend this kind submillion, We twain will go into his Highness' tent. (Exeunt.
SCE NE II.
Changes to the King's Pavilion. Enter King Henry and Attendants. Re-enter Buck
ingham and York, attended. K. Henry. Buckingham, doth York iniend no
harm to us,
York. In all submission and humility,