And still proclaimeth, as he comes along,
His arms are only to remove from thee

The Duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traitor.
K. Henry. Thus ftands my state, 'twixt Cade and
York diftrefs'd,

Like to a fhip, that, having 'cap'd a tempeft,
Is ftraightway claim'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 reaion of these arms...
Tell him, I'll fend Duke Edmund to the Tower;
And, Somerfet, we will commit thee thither,
Until his army be difmifs'd from him.

Som. My Lord,

I'll yield myself to prison 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's in, and learn to govern better;

For yet may England curse my wretched reign. [Exeunt.

Cade. Fy on ambitions; fy on myself, that have a fword, 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 fo hungry, that if I might have a leafe of my life for a thousand years, I could ftay no longer; wherefore on 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 ferved me inftead of a quart-pot to drink in; and now the word fallet must ferve me to feed on.

Enter Iden.

Iden. Lord! who would live turmoiled in the And may enjoy fuch quiet walks as these? [court, 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 sends 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 thoufand crowns of the King by carrying my head to him; but I'll make thee eat iron like an oftridge, and fwallow my fword 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 iny grounds, Climbing my walls in fpight of me the owner, But thou wilt brave me with these faucy terms?

Cade. Brave thee? by the beft 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 graís

more.

Iden. Nay, it fhall ne'er be faid, while England That Alexander Iden, an Efquire of Kent, [ftands, Took odds to combat a poor famith'd man. Oppofe thy fedfaft gazing eyes to mine, See if thou canft outface me with thy looks; Set limb to limb, and thou art far the leffer; Thy hand is but a finger to my fift;

Thy leg a ftick, compared with this truncheon; My foot fhall fight with all the strength thou haft;

And if mine arm be heaved in the air,

Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth.

As for more words, whofe greatnefs anfwers words, Let this my fword report what fpeech forbears.

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 fleep in thy fheath, I befeech Jove on my knees thou may'ft be turned into hobnails. [Here they fight.

OI am flain! 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 house, because the unconquer'd foul of Cade is fled

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,
T'emblaze the honour which thy mafter got.

Cade. Iden, farewell, and be proud of thy victo ry. 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 vanquish'd 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 thrust thy body in with my fword,
So wish 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. [Ex

SCENE I.

ACT V.

In the Fields near London.

Enter York and his army of Irish, with drum and colours.

FR

York, at a distance from his followers.

Rom 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, To entertain great England's lawful king. Ah, Majefty! 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 fword, or fceptre, balance it t. A fceptre fall it have, have I a foul,

On which I'll tofs the flower-de-luce of France. Enter Buckingham.

Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me? The King hath fent him, fure. I muft diffemble. 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 pleafure?

Buck. A meflenger from Henry our dread Liege, To know the reafon of these arms in peace? Or why thou, being a fubject, as I am, Against thy oath and true allegiance fworn, Should raise fo great a power without his leave, Or dare to bring thy force fo near the court. York. Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great.

Oh! I could hew up rocks, and fight with >Afide. flint,

I am fo angry at thefe abject terms.

+ That is, balance my hand. Johnson.

And now, like Ajax Telemonius,
On fheep or oxen could I spend my fury.
I am far better born than is the King,
More like a king, more kingly in my
thoughts.

Afide.

But I must make fair weather yet a while,
Till Henry be more weak and I more strong
O Buckingham! I pr'ythee pardon me,
That I have giv'n no anfwer all this while;
My mind was troubled with deep melancholy.
The cause why I have brought this army hither,
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; But if thy arms be to no other end,

The King hath yielded unto thy demand,
The Duke of Somerset is in the Tower.
York Upon thine honour is he prisoner?
Buck. Upon mine honour he is prifoner.
York Then, Buckingham, I do difmifs my powers.
-Soldiers, I thank you all; difperse yourselves;
Meet me to-morrow in St George's field,
You fhall have pay and every thing you wish.
-And let my Sovereign, virtuous Henry,
Command my eldest fon; nay, all my fons,
As pledges of my fealty and love,
I'll fend them all as willing as I live;

Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have
Is his to ufe, fo Somerfet may die.

Buck. York, I commend this kind fubmiffion, We twain will go into his Highness' tent. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Changes to the King's Pavilion.

Enter King Henry and Attendants. Re-enter Buckingham and York, attended.

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,