& not thee that has done it, for come ten thousand diuels, and giue me but the ten meales that I wanted this flue daies, and ile But see, his grace is comming to meete

Eyden. Iack Cade, & was it that monstrous Rebell which I haue slaine. Oh sword ile King. How now Buckingham, is Yorke honour thee for this, and in my chamber shalt thou hang as a monument to after age, That thus for this great seruice thou hast done to me. Ile dag him hence, and with my sword cut off his head, and beare it . .

Lo here my Lord vpon my bended knees, But soft, who comes here Buckingham, what I here present the traitorous head of Cade,

That hand to hand in single fight I slue.
King. First thanks to heauen, & next to
thee my friend,

Yorke Humphrey of Buckingham, welcome That hast subdude that wicked traitor thus,
Oh let me see that head that in his life,
Did worke me and my land such cruell spight,
A visage sterne, cole blacke his curled locks,
Deepe trenched furrowes in his f owning brows,

What comes thou in loue or as a Messenger?
Buc. I come as a Messenger from our dread
Lord and soueraign,

Henry. To know the reason of these Armes Presageth warlike humors in his life.

And there you shall receiue your paie of me. Base fearefull Henry that thus dishonor'st me, [Exet souldiers. By heauen, thou shalt not gouerne ouer me:

I cannot brooke that Traitors presence here,
Nor will I subiect be to such a King,
That knowes not how to gouerne nor to rule,
Resigne thy Crowne proud Lancaster to me,
That thou vsurped hast so long by force,
For now is Yorke resolu'd to claime his owne,
And rise aloft into faire Englands Throane.
Somer. Proud Traitor, I arest thee on high
treason,

Clif. I am resolu'd to beare a greater storme,
Then any thou canst coniure vp to day,
And that ile write vpon thy Burgonet.
Might I but know thee by thy houshold badge.
War. Now by my fathers age, old Neuels
crest,

The Rampant Beare chaind to the ragged staffe,
This day ile weare aloft my burgonet,
As on a mountaine top the Cadar showes,

Against thy soueraigne Lord, yeeld thee false That keepes his leaues in spight of any storme;

Yorke,

For here I sweare, thou shalt vnto the Tower, For these proud words which thou hast giuen the king.

Yorke. Thou art deceiued, my sonnes shalbe
my baile,

And send thee there in dispight of him.
Hoe, where are you boyes?

Queene. Call Clifford hither presently.
Enter the Duke of YORKES sonnes, EDWARD
the Earle of MARCH, and crook-backe RICHARD,
at the one doore, with Drumme and soldiers,
and at the other doore, enter CLIFFORD and
his sonne, with Drumme and souldiers, and
CLIFFORD kneeles to HENRY, and speakes.
Cliff. Long liue my noble Lord, and soue-
raigne King.

To leauy Armes against his lawful King.
Clif. Why doth not your grace send him
to the Tower?

Queene. He is arested, but will not obey,
His sonnes he saith, shall be his baile.
Yorke. How say you boyes, will you not?
Edward. Yes noble father, if our words

will serue.
Richard. And if our words will not, our
swords shall.

Yorke. Call hither to the stake, my two rough beares.

King. Call Buckingham, and bid him Arme

himselfe.

Yorke. Call Buckingham and all the friends thou hast, Both thou and they, shall curse this fatall

houre.

Euen to affright the with the view thereof.
Clif. And from thy burgonet will I rende
the beare,

And tread him vnderfoote with all contempt,
Dispight the Beare-ward that protects him so.
Young Clif. And so renowmed soueraigne
to Armes,

To quell these Traitors and their compleases.
Richard. Fie, Charitie for shame, speake
it not in spight,

For you shall sup with Iesus Christ to night. Yoong Clif. Foule Stigmaticke thou canst not tell.

Rich. No, for if not in heauen, youle surely sup in hell. [Exet omnes.

Alarme again, and enter the Earle of
WARWICKE alone.

War. Clifford of Comberland, tis Warwicke
calles,

And if thou doest not hide thee from the
Beare,

And dead mens cries do fill the emptie aire:
Now whilst the angry Trompets sound Alarmes,
Proud Northerne Lord, Clifford of Comberland,
Clifford I say, come forth and fight with me,
Warwicke is hoarse with calling thee to Armes.

Clifford speakes within. Warwicke stand still, and view the way that Clifford hewes Enter at one doore, the Earles of SALISBURY with his murthering Curtelaxe, through the and WARWICKE, with Drumme and souldiers. fainting troopes to finde thee out.

And at the other, the Duke of BUCKINGHAM, Warwicke stand still, and stir not till I come. with Drumme and souldiers.

Cliff. Are these thy beares? weele bayte

them soone,
Dispight of thee, and all the friends thou hast.
War. You had best go dreame againe,
To keepe you from the tempest of the field.

Enter YORKE.

Fiue horse this day slaine vnder me,
And yet braue Warwicke I remaine aliue,
But I did kill his horse he lou'd so well,
The boniest gray that ere was bred in North.
Enter CLIFFORD, and WARWICKE offers to
fight with him.

Hold Warwicke, and seeke thee out some
other chase,

Alarmes againe, and then enter three or foure, bearing the Duke of BUCKINGHAM wounded to his Tent.

Alarmes still, and then enter the King and Queene

Queene. Away my Lord, and flie to London
straight,

Come stand not to expostulate, lets go.
Make hast for vengeance comes along with them,
King. Come then faire Queene, to London
let vs hast,

My selfe will hunt this deare to death.
War. Braue Lord, tis for a Crowne thou And sommon a Parlament with speede,

fights,

Clifford farewell, as I entend to prosper well To stop the fury of these dyre euents.

to day,

It grieues my soule to leaue thee vnassaild.
[Exet WARWICKE.
Yorke. Now Clifford, since we are singled
here alone,

Be this the day of doome to one of vs,
For now my heart hath sworne immortall hate
To thee, and all the house of Lancaster.
Clifford. And here I stand, and pitch my
foot to thine,

Vowing neuer to stir, till thou or I be slaine.
For neuer thall my heart be safe at rest,
Till I haue spoyld the hatefull house of Yorke.
[Alarmes, and they fight, and YORKE kils
CLIFFORD.

Yorke. Now Lancaster sit sure, thy sinowes
shrinke,

[Exet King and Queene. (Act. V. Scene III.)

Alarmes, and then a flourish, and enter the
Duke of YORKE and RICHARD.

Yorke. How now boyes, fortunate this fight
hath bene,

I hope to vs and ours, for Englands good,
And our great honour, that so long we lost,
Whilst faint-heart Henry did vsurpe our rights:
But did you see old Salsbury, since we
With bloodie mindes did buckle with the foe,
I would not for the losse of this right hand,
That ought but well betide that good old man.
Rich. My Lord, I saw him in the thickest
throng.

beheld.

Enter SALSBURY and WARWICKE.

Edward. See noble father, where they both do come,

Sals. Well hast thou fought this day, thou valiant Duke,

Charging his Lance with his old weary armes, Come fearefull Henry grouelling on thy face, And thrise I saw him beaten from his horse, Yeeld vp thy Crowne vnto the Prince of York. And thrise this hand did set him vp againe, [Exet YORKE. And still he fought with courage gainst his foes, Alarmes, then enter yoong CLIFFORD alone. The boldest sprited man that ere mine eyes Yoong Clifford. Father of Comberland, Where may I seeke my aged father forth? O! dismall sight, see where he breathlesse lies, All smeard and weltred in his luke-warme blood, Ah, aged pillar of all Comberlands true house, Sweete father, to thy murthred ghoast I sweare, The onely props vnto the house of Yorke. Immortall hate vnto the house of Yorke. Nor neuer shall I sleepe secure one night, Till I haue furiously reuengde thy death, And left not one of them to breath on earth. [He takes him up on his backe. And thus as old Ankyses sonne did beare His aged father on his manly backe; And fought with him against the bloodie Greeks, Euen so will I. But staie, heres one of them, To whom my soule hath sworne immortall hate. Enter RICHARD, and then CLIFFORD laies downe his father, fights with him, and RICHARD flies away againe.

Out crooktbacke villaine, get thee from my sight,
But I will after thee, and once againe
When I haue borne my father to his Tent,
Ile trie my fortune better with thee yet.

[Exet yoong CLIFFORD with his father.

And thou braue bud of Yorkes encreasing house,
The small remainder of my weary life,
I hold for thee, for with thy warlike arme,
Three times this day thou hast preseru'd my life.
Yorke. What say you Lords, the King is
fled to London?

There as I here to hold a Parlament.
What saies Lord Warwicke, shall we after them?

Now by my faith Lords, twas a glorious day,
War. After them, nay before them if we can.
Saint Albones battaile wonne by famous Yorke,
Shall be eternest in all age to come.
Sound Drummes and Trumpets, and to Lon-
don all,

And more such daies as these to vs befall.
[Exet omnes.

FINIS

SECOND PART

OF

KING HENRY VI.

WALTER WHITMORE.

A Sea-Captain, Master, and Master's Mate.

Two Gentlemen, Prisoners with SUFFOLK. VAUX.
HUME and SOUTHWELL, Priests.

BOLINGBROKE, a Conjurer. A Spirit raised by him.

THOMAS HORNER, an Armourer.

PETER, his Man.

Clerk of Chatham. Mayor of St.-Alban's.
SIMPCOX, an Impostor. Two Murderers.

JACK CADE.

GEORGE, JOHN, DICK, SMITH, the Weaver, MICHAEL, &c., Cade's Followers. ALEXANDER IDEN, a Kentish Gentleman.

MARGARET, Queen to King Henry.

ELEANOR, Duchess of Gloster.

MARGERY JOURDAIN, a Witch. Wife to SIMPCOX.

Lords, Ladies, and Attendants; Herald; Petitioners, Aldermen, a Beadle, Sheriff, and Officers; Citizens, Prentices, Falconers, Guards, Soldiers,

Messengers, &c.

SCENE, in various Parts of England. 1

1) Das Personenverzeichniss fehlt in den alten Ausgaben und wurde zuerst von Rowe (1709) ergänzt.