Now part them again, lest they consult about the | here is no staying.-In despight of the devils and hell, giving up of some more towns in France. Soldiers, have through the very midst of you! and heavens defer the spoil of the city until night: for with these and honour be witness, that no want of resolution in borne before us, instead of maces, will we ride me, but only my followers' base and ignominious through the streets; and, at every corner, have them treasons, makes me betake me to my heels. [Exit. kiss.-Away! [Exeunt. 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; To reconcile you all unto the king. SCENE VIII.-Southwark. Alarum. Enter CADE, and all his Rabblement. Cade. Up Fish-street! down Saint Magnus' corner! kill and knock down! throw them into the 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 Clif. What say ye, countrymen? will ye relent, 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 before 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, Cnless 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 them lording it in London streets, 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 an hundred mischiefs, and makes them leave me desolate. I see them lay their heads together, to surprize me: my sword make way for me, for [Exeunt. SCENE IX -Kenelworth Castle. K. Hen. Was ever king, that joy'd an earthly throne, Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD. Buck. Health, and glad tidings, to your majesty! K. Hen. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade surOr is he but retir'd to make him strong? [priz'd? Enter, below, a great number of CADE's Followers, with halters about their necks. Clif. 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. your K. Hen. Then, heaven, set ope thy everlasting gates, Mess. Please it your grace to be advértised, The duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traitor. Like to a ship, that having 'scap'd a tempest, I pray thee, Buckingham, go forth and meet him: I'll yield myself to prison willingly, K. Hen. In any case, be not too rough in terms; For he is fierce, and cannot brook hard language. Buck. I will, my lord; and doubt not so to deal, As all things shall redound unto your good. [ter; K. Hen. Čome, wife, let's in, and learn to govern betFor yet may England curse my wretched reign. [Exeunt SCENE X.-Kent. Iden's Garden. Enter CADE. a sword, and yet am ready to famish! These five days Cade. Fye on ambition! fye on myself; that have have I hid me in these woods; and durst not peep out, for all the country is lay'd for me; but now I am 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 this 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 serv'd me instead of a quart-pot to drink in; And now the word sallet must serve me to feed on. Enter IDEN, with Servants. Iden. Lord, who would live tormoiled in the court, Cade. Here's the lord of the soil come to sieze me [Dies Ne'er shall this blood be wiped from thy point; [Exit, dragging out the body right, And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head: Enter BUCKINGHAM. Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me? Buck. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well Thy grave is digged already in the earth. As for more words, whose greatness answers words, Let this my sword report what speech forbears. O, I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint, Cade. By my valour, the most complete champion I am so angry at these abject terms; that ever I heard.-Steel, if thou turn the edge, or And now, like Ajax Telamonius, cut not out the burley-boned clown in chines of beef On sheep and oxen could I spend my fury! >Aside. ere thou sleep in thy sheath, I beseech God on my I am far better born than is the king; knees, thou mayest be turned to hobnails. [They fight. More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts: CADE falls.] O, I am slain! famine, and no other, But I must make fair weather yet a while, hath slain me: let ten thousand devils come against Till Henry be more weak, and I more me, and give me but the ten meals I have lost, and strong.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. Iden. Is't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous trai- [tor? O Buckingham, I pr'ythee, pardon me, Buck. That is too much presumption on thy part: But if thy arms be to no other end, The king hath yielded unto thy demand; The duke of Somerset is in the Tower. York. Upon thine honour, is he prisoner? Buck. Upon mine honour, he is prisoner. York. Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my powers. Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves; Meet me to-morrow in Saint George's field, You shall have pay, and every thing you wish. And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry, Command my eldest son,-nay, all my sons, As pledges of my fealty and love, I'll send them all as willing as I live; Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have Is his to use, so Somerset may die. Buck. York, I commend this kind submission: We twain will go into his highness' tent. Enter KING HENRY, attended. K. Hen. Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? [us, York. In all submission and humility, York doth present himself unto your highness. [bring? K. Hen. Then what intend these forces thou dost York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence; And fight against the monstrous rebel, Cade, Who since 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, I present your grace a traitor's head, The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew. K. Hen. The head of Cade ?-Great God, how just O, let me view his visage being dead, [art thou!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. Hen. How art thou call'd? and what is thy degree? Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name; A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king. Buck. So please it you, my lord, 'twere not amiss He were created knight for his good service. K. Hen. Iden, kneel down; [He kneels.] Rise up a We give thee for reward a thousand marks; knight. 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.Hen. See, Buckingham! Somerset comes with the Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. [queen; Enter QUEEN MARGARET and SOMERSET. Q. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his But boldly stand, and front him to his face. [head, 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 not king; Not fit to govern and rule multitudes, Which dar'st not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor. 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 scepter. 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 scepter up, And with the same to act controlling laws. Give place; by heaven, thou shalt rule no more I know, ere they will have me go to ward, To say, if that the bastard boys of York See, where they come; I'll warrant they'll make it good. Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mistake; I Edw. Ay, noble father, if our words will serve. Call hither to the stake my two brave bears, Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon. Clif. Take heed, lest by your heat you burn your selves. If it be banish d from the frosty head, Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me? K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for such an But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath. To do a murderous deed, to rob a man, [oath? Q. Mar. A suble traitor needs no sophister. K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself. York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou I am resolv'd for death, or dignity. [hast, Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true. War. You were best to go to bed, and dream again, To keep thee from the tempest of the field. Clif. I am resolv'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 household badge. War. Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's crest, The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff, This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet, (As on a mountain-top the cedar shews, That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,) Even to affright thee with the view thereof. Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, And tread it under foot with all contempt, Despight the bearward that protects the bear. Y. Člif. And so to arms, victorious father, To quell the rebels, and their 'complices Rich. Fye! charity, for shame! speak not in spite, For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night. [tell. Y. Clif. Foul stigmatic, that's more than thou canst Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell. [Exeunt severally. SCENE II-Saint Alban's. How now, my noble lord? what all a-foot? Enter CLIFFORD. Wer. Of one or both of us the time is come. York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other For I myself must hunt this deer to death. [chase, War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, [fight'st.It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd. [Erit WARWICK, Clif. What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause? York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love, But that thou art so fast mine enemy. Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem, But that 'tis shewn ignobly, and in treason. York. So let it help me now against thy sword, As I in justice and true right express it! Cif. My soul and body on the action both !— York. A dreadful lay!-address thee instantly. [They fight, and CLIFFORD falls. Clif. La fin couronne les œuvres. [Dies. York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still. Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will! [Exit. Enter Young CLIFFORD. Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the rout; To cease! Wast thou ordained, dear father, And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus [Erit. As did Æneas old Anchises bear, [Exit Sword, hold thy temper: heart, be wrathful still: Q. Mar. Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame away! K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens ? good | Is not itself, nor have we won one foot, Margaret, stay. Enter Young CLIFFORD, Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mischief SCENE III.-Fields near Saint Alban's. York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him; Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought By the mass, so did we all.-I thank you, Richard : York. I know, our safety is to follow them; War. After them! nay, before them, if we can. THIRD PART OF KING HENRY VI. THIS historical drama, like the preceding one, was not printed n its present form till it appeared in the folio edition of our Author's works, in 1623. It was formed on a play by Marlowe, or by Marlowe, Peele, and Greene, called The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York, and the good King Henry the Sixth; Or, The Second Part of the Contention of York and Lancaster. Shakspeare's alteration of this original play was made, according to Malone, in 1591. The play opens just after the first battle of Saint Alban's, [May 23, 1455, wherein the York faction carried the day; closes with the murder of King Henry VI, and the birth of prince Edward, afterwards Edward V. [November 4, 1471.J So that this history takes in the space of full sixteen years. This play is only divided from the former for the convenience of exhibition; for the series of action is continued without interruption, nor are any two scenes of any play more closely connected than the first scene of this play with the last of the former.-JOHNSON. Lady GREY, afterwards Queen to Edward IV. Soldiers, and other Attendants on King Henry ana SCENE,-During part of the third Act, in FRANCE |