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And you, that love the commons, follow me
Now show yourselves men ; 'tis for liberty.
We will not leave one lord, one gentleman :
Spare none but such as go in clouted shoon,
For they are thrifty honest men, and such
As would (but that they dare not) take our

They are all in order, arid march toward us.


But then are we in order, when we are most
out of order. Come : march ! forward 1


SCENE III. Another part of Blackheath.

Alarums. The two Parties enter, and fight,
and both the Staffords are slain.

Where's Dick, the





ACT iv. Sc. in.

Here, sir.



They fell before thee like sheep and oxen,
and thou behavedst thyself as if thou hadst been
in thine own slaughter-house; therefore, thus
will 1 reward thee. The Lent shall be as long
again as it is ; and thou shall have a license to
kill for a hundred lacking one.

I desire no more.


And, to speak truth, thou deservest no less.
This monument of the victory will I bear ; and
the bodies shall be di
till I do come to
the mayor's sword borne before us.

} Descended from the duke of Clarence 1 house,
I And calls your grace usurper openly,
] And vows to crown himself in Westminster.
; His army is a ragged multitude
,i Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless :
Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother's death
Hath given them heart and courage to proceed.
All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen,
They call false caterpillars, and intend their

King Henry.

! O graceless men ! they know not what they

My gracious lord, retire to Kenilworth,

i M 7

Queen Margaret.
Ah ! were the duke of Suffolk now alive,

the jails, and let out the prisoners.


Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come ; let's

rear not uiai, i warr;
march towards London.

SCEXE IV. London. Room in the Palace.

If we mean to thrive and do good, break open ! These Kentish rebels would be soon appeas'd.

.=_=, ., L .__.. King Henry.

Lord Say, the traitors hate thee,
Therefore away with us to Kenilworth.


So might your grace's person be in danger.
The sight of me is odious in their eyes ;
, And therefore in this city will I stay,
Knter King Henry, reading a Supplication ; the And live alone as secret as I may.
Duke of Btichingham, and Lord Say with him: .

at a distance, Queen Margaret, mourning over i hnter another Messenger.

Suffolk'* Head. Second Messenger.

Queen Marearet. J ac ^ Cade hath gotten London-bridge', the

Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind, Fly and forsake their houses. [citizens

And makes it fearful and degenerate ; i The rascal people, thirsting after prey,

Think, therefore, on revenge, and cease to weep. Join with the traitor ; and they jointly swear,
But who can cease to weep, and look on this?
Here may his head lie on my throbbing breast ;
But where's the body that I should embrace?


What answer makes your grace to the rebels'
supplication ?


I'll send some holy bishop to entreat ;
For God forbid, so many simple souls
Should perish by the sword ! And I myself,
Rather than bloody war shall cut them short,
Will parley with Jack Cade their general.
But stay, I'll read it over once again.

Queen Mnrgaret.

Ah, barbarous villains ! hath this lovely face
Rul'd like a wandering planet over me,
And could it not enforce them to relent,
That were unworthy to behold the same ?

King Henry.
Lord Say, Jack Cade hath sworn to have thy


Ay, but I hope, your highness shall have his.

King Henry.
How, now, madam !
Still lamenting, and mourning for Suffolk's.

death ?

I fear me, love, if that I had been dead, [me.
Thou wouldest not have mourn'd so much for

Queen Margaret.

No, my love ; I should not mourn, but die for

Enter a Messenger.

King Henry.

How now ! what news ? why com'st thou in
such haste ?


The rebels are in Southwark : fly, my lord !
1 Jack Cade proclaims himself lord Mortimer,

To spoil the city, and your royal court.

Then linger not, my lord: away, take horse.

King Henry.

Come, Margaret: God, our hope, will suc-
cour us.

Queen Margaret.
My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceas'd.

King Henry.

Farewell, my lord : [To Lord Say \ trust not
the Kentish rebels.

Trust no body for fear you be betray'd.


The trust I have is in mine innocence,
And therefore am I bold and resolute.


SCENE V. The same. The Tower.

Enter Lord Scales, and others, walking on the
Walls. Then enter certain Citizens, below.

How now ! is Jack Cade slain ?

First Citizen.

No, my lord, nor likely to be slain ; for they
have won the bridge, killing all those that with,
stand them. The lord mayor craves aid of your
honour from the Tower, to defend the city from
the rebels.


Such aid as I can spare, you shall command.
But I am troubled here with them myself:
The rebels have assay'd to win the "Tower.
But get you to Smithficld, and gather head,
And thither I will send you Matthew Gough.
Fight for your king, your country, and your
And so farewell, for 1 must hence again, [lives ;

ACT iv. Sr. vn.



SCENE VL The same. Cannou Street.

Enter Jack Cadr.and his Followers. He strike.-
his Staff on London-ttont.

Now is Mortimer lord of this city. And here,
itting upon London-stone, 1 charge and com-

Knter George Htvis, with the Lord Say.


Well, he shall be beheaded for it ten times
Ah, thoti say, thou serge, nay, thou buckram
lord 1 now art thou within point-blank of our
jurisdiction regal. What canst thou answer to
my majesty, for giving up of Normandy unto
monsieur Basimecu, the dauphin of France?


tuter a Soldier, running.

Jack Cade! Jack Cade!

Knock him down there. "1'hey kill him

filth as thou art. Thou hast most traitorously
; corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting
a grammar-school: and whereas, before, our
fore-fathers had no other books but the score
and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be
used; and, contrary to the king, his crown, and .
dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill. It will be
proved to thy face, that thou hast men about
thee, that usually talk of a noun, and a verb,
If this fellow be wise, he'll never call you and such abominable words, as no Christian ear
Jack Cade more: I think, he hath a very fair ; can endure to hear. Thou hast appointed justices

of peace, to call poor men before them about
matters they were not able to answer. More-
over, thou hast put them in prison ; and because
they could not read, thou hast hanged them;
when, indeed, only for that cause they have been \
most worthy to live. Thou dost ride in a foot-


My lord, there's an army gathered together in


Come then, let's go fight with them. But,

, . , , ...w^. .......; _ ..,*,.

first, go and set London-bridge on fire ; and, if j cloth, dost thou not?

you can, burn down the Tower too.

SCEXEVU. The same. Smithfield.

Alarum. Enter, on one side, Cade and his
Company ; on the other, the Citizen*, and the
King'n Forces, headed by Matthew Cough.
They fight ; the Citizens are routed, aud Mat-
t/teto Go ugh is slain.


So, sirs. Now go some and pull down the
Savoy; others to the inns of court: down with
them all.

I have a suit unto your lordship.

Be it a lordship, thou shall have it for that


Only, that the laws of England may come out
of your mouth.

Mass, 'twill be sore law, then; for he was

What of that?


Marry, thou oughtest not to let thy horse wear
a cloak, when honester men than thou go in
their hose and doublets.


And work in their shirt too ; as myself, for
example, that am a butcher.

You men of Kent,


What say you of Kentf
Nothing but this : 'tis bona terra, mala gens.


Away with him ! away with him I he speaks


Hear me but speak, and bear me where you
Kent, in the commentaries Carsar writ, [will

thrust in the mouth with a spear, and 'tis not Kent, in the commentaries Casar writ,
whole yet. [Aside, j Is term'd the civil'st place of all this Isle :

Smith. Sweet is the country, because full of riches ;

Nay, John, it will be stinking law; for his ! The people liberal, valiant, active, wealthy;

breath stinks with eating toasted cheese. ( "H* i Which makes me hope you are not void of pity.

I sold not Maine, \ lost not Normandy;

v8 mo '' d


Then we are like to have biting statutes,
unless his teeth be pulled out.

And henceforward all things shall be in

Enter a Mctsctiger.


My lord, a prize, a prize ! here's the lord Say,
which sold the towns in France ; he that made
us pay one and twenty fifteens, and one shilling
to the pound, the last subsidy.

When have I aught exacted at your hands,
Kent, to maintain the king, the'realm, and you?
Large gifts have I bestow'd on learned clerks,
Because my book prefer r'd me to the king :
And, seeing ignorance is the curse of God,
Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven,
Unless you be possess'd with devilish spirits,
You cannot but forbear to murder me.
This tongue hath parley'd unto foreign kings
For your behoof,


Tut! when struck'st thou one blow in the

I field?




ACT IT. Sc. vii.

Great men have reaching hands : oft have I


Those that I never saw, and struck them dead.

monstrous coward ! what, to come behind



These cheeks are pale for watching for your


Give him a box o* the ear, and that will make
'em red again.


Long sitting, to determine poor men's causes,
Hath made me full of sickness and diseases.


Ye shall have a hempen caudle, then, and the
help of hatchet.

Why dost thou quiver, man?

The palsy, and not fear, provoketh me.


Nay, he nods at us : as who should say, I'll be
even with you. I'll see if his head will stand
steadier on a pole, or no. Take him away, and
behead him.


Tell me, wherein have I offended most ?
Have I affected wealth, or honour; speak?
Are my chests fill'd up with extorted gold ?
Is my apparel sumptuous to behold ?
Whom have I injur'd, that ye seek my death?
These hands are free from guiltless blood-

This breast from harbouring foul deceitful

O, let me live I [thoughts.


1 feel remorse in myself with his words;
but I'll bridle it : he shall die, an it be but for
pleading so well for his life. Away with him 1
he has a familiar under his tongue : he speaks ;
not o' God's name. Go, take him away, I say, j
and strike off his head presently; and then break \
into his son-in-law's house, sir James Cromer, \
and strike off his head, and bring them both
upon two poles hither.

It shall be done.

Ah, countrymen! if when you make your


God should be so obdurate as yourselves,
How would it fare with your departed souls ?
And therefore yet relent, and save my life.

Away with him, and do as I command ye.

[Exeunt some, with lord Say.
The proudest peer in the realm shall not wear a
head on his shoulders, unless he pay me tribute:
there shall not a maid be married, but she shall j
pay to me her maidenhead, ere they have it.
Men shall hold of me in capite; and we charge
and command, that their wives be as free as
heart can wish, or tongue can tell.


My lord, when shall we go to Cheapside, and
take up commodities upon our bills ?

Marry, presently.

O brave !

Re-enter Rebels, with the Heads of Lord Say
and his Son-in-law.


But is not this braver? Let them kiss one
another, for they loved well, when they were
alive. Now part them again, lest they consult
about the giving up of some more towns in
France. Soldiers, defer the spoil of the city
until night ; for with these borne before us, in-
stead of maces, will we ride through the streets ;


and at every corner have them kiss Away !

SCENE VIII. Southwark.


Alarum. Enter Cade, and all his Babblement.


Up Fifh-streetf down Saint Magnus' corner I
kill and knock down ! throw them into Thames!
A Parley sounded, then a Retreat.] What
se is this I hear? Dare any be so bold to
sound retreat or parley, when I command them

Enter Buckingham, and Old Clifford, with


Ay, here they be that dare, and will disturb


Know, Cade, we come ambassadors from the king
Unto the commons whom thou hast misled;
And here pronounce free pardon to them all,
That will forsake thee, and go home in peace.

What say ye, countrymen ? will ye relent,
And yield to mercy, whilst 'tis offer'd you,
Or let a rabble lead you to your deaths?
Who loves the king, and will embrace his pardon,
Fling up his cap, and say God save his majesty !
Who hateth him, and honours not his father,
Henry the fifth, that made all France to quake,
Shake he his weapon at us, and pass by.

God save the king ! God save the king I

W r hat! Buckingham and Clifford, are ye so
brave? And you, base peasants, do ye believe
him? will you needs be hanged with your par-
dons about your necks ? Hath my sword there-
fore broke through London Gates, that you
should leave me at the White Hart in South-
work? I thought, ye would never have given
out these arms, till you had recovered your
ancient freedom ; but you are all recreants, and
dastards, and delight to live in slavery to the
nobility. Let them break your backs with bur-
dens, take your houses over your heads, ravish
your wives and daughters before your faces.
For me, I will make shift for one; and so
God's curse 'light upon you all !

We'll follow Cade: we'll follow Cade.

Is Cade the son of Henrt/the fifth,
That thus you do exclaim, you'll go with him ?
Will he conduct you through theheart of France,
And make the meanest of you earls and dukes ?
Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to ;
Nor knows he how to live, but by the spoil,
Unless by robbing of your friends, and us.
Wer't not a shame, that whilst you live at jar,
The fearful French, whom you late vanquished,
Should make a start o'er seas, and vanquish you ?
Methinks, already, in this civil broil,

I see

I ACT iv. Sc. x.



I see them lording it in London streets,
Crying J r illngcnis! unto all they meet.
Better ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry,
Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman's


To France, to France! and get what you have
Snare England, for it is your native coast, [lost.
Henry hath money, you are strong and manly:
God on our side, doubt not of victory.

A Cliffitd! a Clffird! we'll follow the king,
and Clffird.


Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro,
as this multitude? the name of Henry the fifth
hales them to an hundred mischiefs, and makes
them leave me desolate. I see them lay their
heads together, to surprise me: my sword make
way for me, for here is no staying. In despite
of the devils and hell, have through the very
midst of you ; and heavens and honour be witness,
that no want of resolution in me, but only my
followers' base and ignominious treasons, makes
me betake me to my heels. [Exit.


What ! is he fled? go some, and follow him ;
And he, that brings his head unto the king,
Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward.
[Exeunt some of them.
Follow me, soldiers: we'll devise a mean
| To reconcile you all unto the king. [Exeunt

SCENE IX. Kenilworth Castle.

I Sound trumpets. Enter King Henry, Queen
Margaret, and Somertet, on the Terrace of
the Castle.

King Henry.

Was ever king that joy'd an earthly throne.
And could command no more content than I?
No sooner was 1 crept out of my cradle,
But I was maHe a king, at nine months old:
Was never subject long'd to be a king,
As I do long and wish to be a subject.

Enter Buckingham and Clifford,

Health, and glad tidings, to your majesty !

King Henry.
Why, Buckingham, is the traitor, Cade, sur-

pris'd ?
Or is he but retir'd to make him strong?

I Enter, below, a number of Cade's Followers,
with Halters about their Necks.


He's fled, my lord, and all his powers do yield,
And humbly thus, with halters on their necks,
Expect your highness' doom, of life, or death.

King Henry.

Then, heaven, set ope thy everlasting gates,
To entertain my vows of thanks and praise !
Soldiers, this day have you redeem'd your lives.
And show'd how well you love jour prince and


Continue still in this so good a mind,
And Henry, though he be infortunate,
Assure yourselves, will never be unkind:
And so, with thanks, and pardon to you all,
1 do dismiss you to your several countries.

God save the king ! God save the king !

Enter a Messenger.

Please it your grace to be advertised,

The duke of York is newly como from Ireland,

And with a puissant, and a mighty power

Of Gallon-glasses, and stout Kernea,

Is marching hitherward in proud array;

And still proclaimeth, as he comes along,

His aims are only to remove from thee

The duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traitor.

King Hn.ry.
Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and York


Like to a ship, that, having scap'd a tempest,
Is straightway calm'd and boarded with a pirate.
But now is Cade driven back, his men dispers'd,
And now is York in arms to second him.
I pray thee, Buckingham, go and meet him,
And ask him, what's the reason of these arms?
I Tell him, I'll send duke Edmund to the Tower;
1 And, Somerset, we will commit thee thither,
Until his army be dismiss'd from him.

My lord,

I'll yield myself to prison willingly,
Or unto death to do my country good.

King Henry.

In any case, be not too rough in terms,
For he is fierce, and cannot brook hard language.


I will, my lord ; and doubt not so to deal,
As all things shall redound unto your good.

King Henry.

Come, wife, let's in, and learn to govern better ;

For yet may England curse my wretched reign.


SCENE X. Kent. Iden'B Garden.
Enter Cade.


Fie on ambition 1 fie on myself; that have a
sword, and yet am ready to famish ! These five
days have I hid me in these woods, and durst
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 thousand years, I could
stay no longer. Wherefore, on a brick-wall have
I climbed into this garden, to see if I can eat
grass, or pick a sallet another while, which is
not amiss to cool a man's stomach tins hot
weather. And, I think, this word sallet 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 served me
instead of a quart-pot to drink in ; and now the
word sallet must serve me to feed on.

Enter Idcn, with Servant!.


Lord ! who would live turmoiled in the court,
And may enjoy such quiet walks as these?
This small inheritance, my father left me,
Contenteth me, and worth a monarchy.
I seek not to wax great by others' waning ;
Or gather wealth 1 care not with what envy:
Sufficeth that I have maintains my state,
And sends the poor well pleased from my gate.


Here's the lord of the soil come to seize me
for a stray, for entering his fee-simple without
leave. A villian ! thou wilt betray me, and get
a thousand crowns of the king by carrying my
head to him ; but I'll make thee eat iron like an
ostrich, anrt s wallow my 'vord like a great pin,
ere thou and 1 part-



ACT iv. Sc. x.


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 my grounds,
Climbing my walls in spite of me the owner,
But thou wilt brave me with these saucy terms ?


Brave thee? ay, by the best blood that ever
was broached, 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 l" do not
leave you all as dead as a door nail, I pray God
I may never eat grass more.

Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while England


That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent,
Took odds to combat a poor famish'd man.
Oppose thy steadfast-gazing eyes to mine ;
See if thou canst outface me with thy looks.
Set limb to limb, and thou art far the lesser ;
Thy hand is but a finger to my fist ;
Thy leg a stick, compared with this truncheon:
My foot shall fight with all the strength thou


And if mine arm be heaved in the air,
Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth.
As for words, whose greatness answers words,
Let this my sword report what speech forbears.


By my valour, the most complete champion
that ever I heard. Steel, if thou turn the edge,
or cut not out the burly-boned clown in chines
of beef ere thou sleep in thy sheath, I beseech
Jove on my knees, thou mayest be turned to
hobnails. [They fight. Cade falls.] O ! 1 am
slain. Famine, ana no other, hath slain me:
let 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 unconquered soul of Cade is fled.

Is't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous

traitor ?

Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed,
And hang thee o'er my tomb, when I am dead:
Ne'er shall this blood be wiped from thy point,
But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat,
To emblaze the honour that thy master got.


Iden, farewell ; and be proud of thy victory.
Tell Kent from me, she hath lost her best man,
and exhort all the world to be cowards; for I,
that never feared any, am vanquished by famine,
not by valour. [Dies.

How much thou wrong'st me, heaven be my

Die, damned wretch the curse of her that bare


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.

[Kxit, dragging out the body.


SCENE I. The same. Fields between Dart-
ford and Blackheath.

The King's Camp on one side: on the other,
enter York attended, with Drum and Colours ;
his Forces at some distance.


FROM Ireland thus comes York, to claim his

| And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head:
' Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and


| To entertain great England's lawful king.
i Ah, sancla majestas! 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.
i A sceptre shall it have, have 1 a soul,
; On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France.

Enter Buckingham.

Whom have we here ? Buckingham, to disturb

The king hath sent him, sure: I must dissemble.

i York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well.


i Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greet-
Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure ?


! A messenger from Henry, our dread liege,
; To know the reason of these arms in peace i
I Or why, thou being a subject as I am,
I Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn,
Should'st raise so great a power without his

Or dare to bring thy force so near the court.


Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great.
O ! I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint,
I am so angry at these abject terms ;
And now, like Ajax Telamonius,
On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury.
1 am far better born than is the king,
More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts ;
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 given no answer 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.


That is too much presumption on thy part;
But if thy arms be to no other end,
The king hath yielded unto thy demand:

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