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York doth present himself unto your Highness.
K. Henry. Then what intend these forces thou

doft bring?
York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence,
And fight against that monstrous rebel Cade,
Whom, lince, I heard to be discomfited.

Enter Iden with Cade's head. Iden. If one so rude, and of so mean condition, May pass into the presence of a king, Lo, ! present your Grace a traitor's head; The head of Gade, whom I in combat New. K. Henry. The head of Cade! Great God! how

just art thou ?
Olet me view his visage being dead,
That, living, wrought me such exceeding trouble.
Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew him?

Iden. I was, an't like your Majesty.
K. Henry. How art thou call?d? and what is thy

Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name,
A poor Esquire of Kent that loves the King.

Buck. So please it you, my Lord, 'twere not amiss He were created Knight for his good service. K. Henry. Iden, kneel down. (He kneels.] Rise

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 such a bounty, And never live but true unto his Liege! K. Henry. See, Buckingham, Somerset comes with

the Queen; Go, bid her hide him quickly from the Duke.

[Exit Buck, S CE N E III. Enter Queen Margaret and Somerset. l. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide

his head, But boldly stand and front him to his face.

York. How now? is Somerset at liberty?

Then, York, unloose thy long imprison'd thoughts,
And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart.
Shall I endure the sight of Somerset?
False King! why hast thou broken faith with me,
Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse ?
King did I call thee? no, thou art no king,
Nor fit to govern and rule multitudes,
Which durst not, no, nor canst not rule a traitort
That head of thine doth not become a crown,
Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff,
And not to grace an awful princely sceptre.
That gold must round engirt these brows of mine,
Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear,
Is able with the change to kill and cure.
Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up,
And with the same to act controlling laws.
Give place; by Heaven thou shalt rule no more
U'er him whom Heav'n created for thy ruler.

Sóm. O monstrous traitor! I arrest thee, York,
Of capital treason 'gainst the King and crown;
Obey, audacious traitor, kneel for grace.
York. Sirrah, call in my

fons to be my Wouldst have me kneel? First, let me ask of these, If they can brook I bow a knee to man. I know ere they will let me go to ward, They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement.

l. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid hiin come amain," To say if that the bastard boys of York Shall be the surety for their traitor father.

York. O blood-belpotted Neapolitan,
Out-cait of Naples, England's bloody scourge!
The sons of York, thy betters in their birth,
Shall be their father's bail, and bane to those
That for my surety will refuse the boys.

Enter Edward and Richard. See where they come ; I'll warrant they'll make it good.

Erter Clifford.
Q: Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their;


bail ;

Clif Health and all happiness to my Lord the King!

[Kneels. York. I thank thee, Clifford; say what news with Nay, do not fright us with an angry look; [thee? We are thy Sovereign, Clifford, kneel again; For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.

Clif This is my King, York, I do not mistake; But thou mistak’lt 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.

Clif. He is a traitor, let him to the Tower, And crop away that factious pate of his.

l. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey; His fons, he says, shall give their words for h

York. Will you not, fons ?
E. Plan. Ay, noble father, if our words will serve.
R. Plan. And if words will not, then our wea-
Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we here?

York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so;
I am thy King, and thou a falle-heart traitor.
Call hither to the stake my two brave bears *,
That with the very shaking of their chains
They may astonish these fell-lurking curs.
Bid Salisbury and Warwick come to me.

S CE N E IV. Enter the Earl of Warwick and Salisbury. Clif. Are these thy bears ? we'll bait thy bears

to death, And manacle the bear-ward in their chains, If thou dar'lt bring them to the baiting place.

R. Plan. Oft have I seen a hot o'er-weening cur Run back and bite, because he was with-held, Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw, Hath clap'd his tail between his legs and cry'd ;

pons shall.

* The Lords Salisbury and Warwick had a bear for their arms.

And such a piece of service will you do,
If you oppose yourself to match Lord Warwick.

Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump; . As crooked in thy manners, as thy lhape.

York. Nay, we shall beat you thoroughly anon. Clif. Take heed, left by your hear you burn your

selves. K. Henry. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot

to bow? Old Salisbury, shame to thy silver hair, Tliou mad mis-leader of thy brain-fick' son ; What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian, And seek for forrow with thy spectacles ? Oh, where is faith? oh, where is loyalty ? If it be banilli'd from the frosty head, Where shall it find a harbour in the earth ? Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war, And same thine honourable age with blood ? Why, art thou old, and wantit experience ? Or wherefore doft abuse it, if thou hast it? For shame, in duty bend thy knee to me, That bows unto the grave with mickle age.

Sal. My Lord, I have consider'd with myself The title of this most renowned Duke ; And in my confcience do repute his Grace The rightful heir to England's royal feat. K. Henry. Hast thou not sworn allegiance un

to me? Sal. I have. K. Henry. Canst thou dispense with Heav'n for .

such an oath ? : Sal. It is great sin to fivear unto a sin, But greater (in to keep a sinful oath. Who can be bound by any folemn vow To do a murd'rous deed, to rob a man,, To force a fpotless virgin's chastity, To 'reave the orphan of his patrimony, To wring the widow froin her custom'd right,', And have no other reason for his wrong, But that he was bound by a folemn oath? & Mar. A lubile traitor needs no sophister. :

prove true.

K. Henry. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm

himself. York. Call Buckingham and all the friends thou I am resolv'd for death or dignity.

[hast, Old Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreams

War. You had best go to bed and dream again, To keep thee from the tempest of the field.

Old Clif. I am refolv’d to bear a greater storm Than any thou canst conjure up to-day : And that I'll write upon thy burgonet, Might I but know thee by thy house's badge.

War. Now by my father's badge, old Nevill's creft, The rampant bear chain'd to the rugged staff, This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet, As on a mountain-top the cedar shews, That keeps his leaves in spight of any storm, Ev'n to affright thee with the view thereof.

Old Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, And tread it under foot with all contempt, Despight the bear-ward, that protects the bear.

r. Clif. And fo to arms, victorious noble father, To quell the rebels and their complices.

R. Plan. Fy, charity for shame, speak not in spight, For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night, Y. Clif. Foul stigmatic, that's more than thou

canst tell. R. Plan. If not in heav'n, you'll surely sup in hell.

[Exeunt severally. SC EN E V. Changes to a Field of Battle at St Albans.

Enter Warwick. War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls; And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear, Now when the angry trumpet sounds alarm, And dying men's crieso do fill the empty air, Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me. Proud northern Lord, Clifford of Cumberland, Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms

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