Alarum.

SCENE VIII.

Southwark.

Enter CADE and all his rabblement.

"Cade. Up Fish-street! down Saint Magnus' "corner! kill and knock down! throw them into "Thames! [a parley sounded, then a retreat. "What noise is this I hear? Dare any be so bold to "sound retreat or parley, when I command them "kill?

Enter BUCKINGham and old cLIFFORD, with forces.

" Buck. Ay, here they be that dare, and will disturb thee.

'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.

Clif. 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 honors not his father, 'Henry the fifth, that made all France to quake, 'Shake he his weapon at us, and pass by.

All. God save the king! God save the king!

Cade. What, Buckingham and Clifford, are ye

so brave?—And you, base peasants, do ye believe

him? will you needs be hanged with your pardons ' about your necks? Hath my sword therefore 'broke through London gates, that you should leave me at the White Hart in Southwark? 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 burdens, take your houses over 'your heads, ravish your wives and daughters be

fore your faces. For me,-I will make shift for

one; and so God's curse 'light upon you all!

'All. We'll follow Cade, we 'll follow Cade.

Clif. Is Cade the son of Henry the fifth,

'That thus you do exclaim-you'll go with him? 'Will he conduct you through the heart 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. 'Were '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 them lording it in London streets, 'Crying-Villageois! unto all they meet.

Better ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry,

Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman's mercy.

To France, to France, and get what you have

lost;

Spare England, for it is your native coast.

Henry hath money; you are strong and manly: God on our side, doubt not of victory.

All. A Clifford! a Clifford! we'll follow the 'king and Clifford.

'Cade. Was ever feather so lightly blown to and 'fro as this multitude? the name of Henry the fifth 'hales them to a 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 honor 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.

'Buck. 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

Enter KING HENRY, QUEEN MARGARET, and
SOMERSET, on the terrace of the castle.

"K. Hen. Was ever king, that joy'd an earthly throne,

"And could command no more content than I?

No sooner was I crept out of my cradle,

"But I was made 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.

Buck. Health and glad tidings to your majesty!

"K. Hen. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade

surprised,

"Or is he but retired to make him strong?

Enter, below, a great number of Cade's followers, with halters about their necks.

'Clif. He's fled, my lord, and all his

yield;

'And humbly thus, with halters on their necks, Expect your highness' doom, of life or death.

K. Hen. 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 your prince and

country:

• 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,

I do dismiss you to your several countries.

All. God save the king! God save the king!

Enter MESSENGER.

"Mes. Please it your grace to be advertised, "The duke of York is newly come from Ireland; And, with a puissant and a mighty power

"Of Gallowglasses, and stout Kernes,1
"Is marching hitherward in proud array;
"And still proclaimeth, as he comes along,
His arms are only to remove from thee

"

The duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traitor. IK. Hen. Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and York distress'd;

"Like to a ship, that, having 'scaped a tempest,

Is straightway calm, and boarded with a pirate. "But now 2 is Cade driven vack, his men dispersed ; "And now is York in arms to second him. "I pray thee, Buckingham, go forth and meet him; "And ask him, what's the reason of these arms.

"Tell him, I'll send duke Edmund to the Tower;

And, Somerset, we will commit thee thither,

"Until his army be dismiss'd from him.

"Som. My lord,

"I'll yield myself to prison willingly,

"Or unto death, to do my country good.

K. Hen. In any case, be not too rough in

terms;

Of heavy and light-armed infantry. 2 Only just now.