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

York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence, And fight againft that monftrous 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 pafs into the prefence of a king,

Lo, I prefent your Grace a traitor's head;
The head of Cade, whom I in combat flew.

K. Henry. The head of Cade! Great God! how juft art thou?

O let me view his visage being dead,

That, living, wrought me fuch exceeding trouble. Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that flew him? Iden. I was, an't like your Majesty.

K. Henry. How art thou call'd? and what is thy degree?

Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name,

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 fervice.
K. Henry. Iden, kneel down. [He kneels.] Rife
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!

K. Henry. See, Buckingham, Somerfet comes with the Queen;

Go, bid her hide him quickly from the Duke.

SCENE

[Exit Buck.

III.

Enter Queen Margaret and Somerset.

Q. Mar. For thousand Yorks he fhall not hide

his head,

But boldly stand and front him to his face.

York. How now? is Somerset at liberty?

Then, York, unloofe thy long imprifon'd thoughts,
And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart.
Shall I endure the fight of Somerset?

Falfe King! why haft thou broken faith with
Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse?
King did I call thee? no, thou art no king,
Nor fit to govern and rule multitudes,

me,

Which durft not, no, nor canft not rule a traitor
That head of thine doth not become a crown,
Thy hand is made to grafp a palmer's staff,
And not to grace an awful princely fceptre.
That gold must round engirt these brows of mine,
Whofe fmile and frown, like to Achilles' fpear,
Is able with the change to kill and cure.
Here is a hand to hold a fceptre up,

And with the fame to act controlling laws.
Give place; by Heaven thou fhalt rule no more
O'er him whom Heav'n created for thy ruler.
Som. O monstrous traitor! I arreft thee, York,
Of capital treafon 'gainst the King and crown;
Obey, audacious traitor, kneel for grace.

York. Sirrah, call in my fons to be my bail;
Wouldst have me kneel? First, let me afk of thefe,
If they can brook I bow a knee to man.
I know ere they will let me go to ward,
They'll pawn their fwords for my enfranchifement.
Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come amain,
To fay if that the baftard boys of York
Shall be the furety for their traitor father.
York. O blood-befpotted Neapolitan,
Out-caft of Naples, England's bloody scourge!
The fons of York, thy betters in their birth,
Shall be their father's bail, and bane to those
That for my furety will refuse the boys.

Enter Edward and Richard.

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! [Kneels. York. I thank thee, Clifford; fay what news with Nay, do not fright us with an angry look; [thee ? 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 oppofe himself against his King.
Clif. He is a traitor, let him to the Tower,
And crop away that factious pate of his.

Q. Mar. He is arrefted, but will not obey; His fons, he fays, fhall 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 weapons fhall.

Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we here? York. Look in a glafs, and call thy image fo; I am thy King, and thou a false-heart traitor. -Call hither to the stake my two brave bears *, That with the very fhaking of their chains They may astonish these fell-lurking curs. Bid Salisbury and Warwick come to me.

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't bring them to the baiting place.

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

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

.

And fuch a piece of fervice will you do,

If you oppofe yourself to match Lord Warwick. Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump; . As crooked in thy manners, as thy fhape.

York. Nay, we fhall heat you thoroughly anon. Clif. Take heed, left by your hear you burn your felves.

K. Henry. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow?

Old Salisbury, fhame to thy filver hair,

Thou mad mif-leader of thy brain-fick fon;
What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian, ›
And feek for forrow with thy fpectacles?
Oh, where is faith? oh, where is loyalty?
If it be banish'd from the frofty head,
Where fhall it find a harbour in the earth?
Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,
And fhame thine honourable age with blood?
Why, art thou old, and want'it experience?
Or wherefore doft abuse it, if thou hast it?
For fhame, in duty bend thy knee to me,
That bows unto the grave with mickle age.
Sal. My Lord, I have confider'd with myfelf
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. Haft thou not fworn allegiance un-
to me?

Sal. I have.

K. Henry. Canft thou difpenfe with Heav'n for . fuch an oath ?

Sal. It is great fin to fwear unto a fin, But greater fin to keep a finful oath. Who can be bound by any folemn vow To do a murd'rous deed, to rob a man,, To force a fpotlefs virgin's chastity, To 'reave the orphan of his patrimony, To wring the widow from her cuftom'd right,. And have no other reafon for his wrong, But that he was bound by a folemn oath? Q. Mar. A fubtle traitor needs no sophister.

K. Henry. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself.

York. Call Buckingham and all the friends thou I am refolv'd for death or dignity. [haft, Old Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreams

prove true.

War. You had beft go to bed and dream again,
To keep thee from the tempeft 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 houfe'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 fhews,
That keeps his leaves in fpight 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,
Defpight 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 fhame, fpeak not in spight, For you fhall fup with Jefu Chrift to-night,

Y. Clif. Foul ftigmatic, that's more than thou can't tell.

R. Plan. If not in heav'n, you'll furely fup in hell. [Exeunt feverally.

SCENE V.

Changes to a Field of Battle at St Albans.

Enter Warwick.

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