Theirs for the earth's increase, mine for my sorrows? Now, get thee hence: The king, thou know'st, is coming:

If thou be found by me, thou art but dead.
Suf. If I depart from thee, I cannot live:
And in thy sight to die, what were it else,
But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap?
Here could I breathe my soul into the air,
As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe,
Dying with mother's dug between its lips:
Where, from thy sight, I should be raging mad
And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes,
To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth;
So shouldst thou either turn my flying soul,
Or I should breathe it so into thy body,
And then it liv'd in sweet Elysium.

To die by thee, were but to die in jest;

From thee to die, were torture more than death:

O, let me stay, befall what may befall.

Car. If thou be'st death, I'll give thee England's treasure,

Enough to purchase such another island,
So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain.

K. Hen. Ah, what a sign it is of evil life,
When death's approach is seen so terrible!
War. Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to
thee.

Car. Bring me unto my trial when you will. Died he not in his bed? where should he die? Can I make men live, whe'r they will or no?()! torture me no more, I will confess.Alive again? then show me where he is; I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him.He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.Comb down his hair! look! look! it stands up

right,

Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul!Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary

It is applied to a deathful wound.

To France, sweet Suffolk: let me hear from thee;
For wheresoe'er thou art in this world's globe,
I'll have an Iris that shall find thee out.

K. Hen. O thou eternal Mover of the heavens, Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch! O, beat away the busy meddling fiend, That lays strong siege unto this wretch's soul, And from his bosom purge this black despair! War. See how the pangs of death do make him grin.

Sal. Disturb him not, let him pass peaceably.
K. Hen. Peace to his soul, if God's good plea-
sure be!

Lord cardinal, if thou think'st on heaven's bliss,
Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope.-
He dies, and makes no sign; O God, forgive him.
War. So bad a death argues a monstrous life.
K. Hen. Forbear to judge, for we are sinners

all.

Close up his eyes, and draw the curtain close; And let us all to meditation.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I-Kent. The Sea-shore near Dover.

Firing heard at Sea. Then enter from a boat a Captain, a Master, a Master's Mate, WALTER WHITMORE, and others; with them SUFFOLK and other Gentlemen, Prisoners.

Cap. The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea;

And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades
That drag the tragic melancholy night;
Who with their drowsy, slow, and flagging wings
Chip dead men's graves, and from their misty jaws,
Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air.
Therefore, bring forth the soldiers of our prize;
For, whilst our pinnace' anchors in the Downs,
Here shall they make their ransom on the sand,
Or with their blood stain this discolor'd shore.-
Master, this prisoner freely give I thee;—
And thou that are his mate, make boot of this ;-
The other, [Pointing to SUFFOLK.] Walter Whit-
more, is thy share.

1 Gent. What is my ransom, master? let me know. Mast. A thousand crowns, or else lay down your head.

Mate. And so much shall you give, or off goes

sand crowns,

And bear the name and port of gentlemen?Cat both the villains' throats-for die you shall: The lives of those which we have lost in fight, Cannot be counterpois'd with such a petty sum. 1 Gent. I'll give it, sir; and therefore spare my life. 2 Gent. And so will I, and write home for it straight.

Whit. I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboard, And therefore to revenge it, shalt thou die; [To SUFFOLK. And so should these, if I might have my will. Cap. Be not so rash; take ransom, let him live. • Whereas. ▲ Pitiful. A ship of small burden.

Suf. Look on my George, I am a gentleman; Rate me at what thou wilt, thou shalt be paid." Whit. And so am 1;-my name is-Walter

Whitmore. How now? why start'st thou? what, doth death affright?

Suf. Thy name affrights me, in whose sound is death.

A cunning man did calculate my birth,
And told me that by Water I should die:
Yet let not this make thee be bloody minded;
Thy name is-Gualtier, being rightly sounded.
Whit. Gualtier, or Walter, which it is, I care

prince.

The duke of Suffolk, William de la Poole.

Whit. The duke of Suffolk, muffled up in rags! Suf. Ay, but these rags are no part of the duke; Jove sometime went disguis'd, and why not I! Cap. But Jove was never slain, as thou shalt be. Suf. Obscure and lowly swain, king Henry's blood,

The honorable blood of Lancaster,

Must not be shed by such a jaded groom.6
Hast thou not kiss'd thy hand, and held my stirrup?
Bare-headed plodded by my foot-cloth mule,
And thought thee happy when I shook my head?
How often hast thou waited at my cup,
Fed from my trencher, kneel'd down at the board,
When I have feasted with queen Margaret?
Remember it, and let it make thee crest-fallen;
Ay, and allay this thy abortive pride:
How in our voiding lobby hast thou stood,
And duly waited for my coming forth?
A low fellow.

Suf.

Cap. Yes, Poole.

Suf

Thou dar'st not for thy own. Poole?

Cap. Poole sir Poole ? lord? Ay, kennel, puddle, sink; whose filth and dirt Troubles the silver spring where England drinks. Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth, For swallowing the treasure of the realm; Thy lips, that kiss'd the queen, shall sweep the ground;

And thou, that smil'dst at good duke Humphrey's death,

Against the senseless winds shalt grin in vain,
Who, in contempt, shall hiss at thee again:
And wedded be thou to the bags or hell,
For daring to affy a mighty lord
Unto the daughter of a worthless king,
Having neither subject, wealth, nor diadem.
By devilish policy art thou grown great,
And, like ambitious Sylla, overgorged
With gobbets of thy mother's bleeding heart.
By thee Anjou and Maine were sold to France:
The false revolting Normans, thorough thee,
Disdain to call us lord; and Picardy

Hath slain their governors, surpriz'd our forts,
And sent the ragged soldiers wounded home.
The princely Warwick, and the Nevils all,—
Whose dreadful swords were never drawn in vain,
As hating thee, are rising up in arms:
And now the house of York-thrust from the crown,
By shameful murder of a guiltless king,
And lofty proud encroaching tyranny-

Burns with revenging fire; whose hopeful colors
Advance our half-faced sun, striving to shine,
Under the which is writ-Invifis nubibus.
The commons here in Kent are up in arms:
And, to conclude, reproach and beggary
Is crept into the palace of our king,
And all by thee:-Away; convey him hence.

Suf. O that I were a god, to shoot forth thunder
Upon these paltry, servile, adject drudges!
Small things make base men proud: this villain here,
Being captain of a pinnace, threatens more
Than Bargulus the strong Illyrian pirate.
Drones suck not eagles' blood, but rob bee-hives.
It is impossible, that I should die

By such a lowly vassal as thyself.

Thy words move rage, and not remorse, in me:
I go of message from the queen to France;
I charge thee, waft me safely cross the channel.
Cap. Walter,-

Whit. Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy death.
Suf. Gelidus timor occupat artus: 'tis thee I fear.
Whit. Thou shalt have cause to fear, before I
leave thee.

What, are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop? 1 Gent. My gracious lord, entreat him, speak

him fair.

Suf. Suffolk's imperial tongue is stern and rough, Used to command, untaught to plead for favor. Far be it, we should honor such as these With humble suit: no, rather let my head Stoop to the block, than these knces bow to any Save to the God of heaven, and to my king; And sooner dance upon a bloody pole, Than stand uncover'd to the vulgar groom. True nobility is exempt from fear:More can I bear, than you dare execute.

Cap. Hale him away, and let him talk no more. Suf. Come, soldiers, show what cruelty ye can, That this my death may never be forgot!Great men oft die by vile bezonians:5 A Roman sworder and banditto slave, Murder'd sweet Tully; Brutus' bastard hand Stabb'd Julius Cæsar; savage islanders, Pompey the great: and Suffolk dies by pirates. [Exit SOF. with WHIT. and others. Cap. And as for these whose ransom we have set, It is our pleasure one of them depart:To betroth in marriage.

Low men.

Enter GEORGE BEVIS and JOHN HOLLAND. Geo. Come, and get thee a sword, though made of a lath; they have been up these two days. John. They have the more need to sleep now then. Geo. I tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier means to dress the commonwealth, and turn it, and set a new nap upon it.

John. So he had need, for 'tis threadbare. Well, I say, it was never merry world in England, since gentlemen came up.

Geo. O miserable age! Virtue is not regarded in handycrafts-men.

John. The nobility think scorn to go in leather aprons.

Geo. Nay more, the king's council are no good workmen.

John. True; And yet it is said,-Labor in thy vocation: which is as much to say, as,-let the magistrates be laboring men; and therefore should we be magistrates.

Geo. Thou hast hit it; for there's no better sign of a brave mind, than a hard hand.

John I see them! I see them! There's Best's son, the tanner of Wingham;

Geo. He shall have the skins of our enemies, to make dog's leather of.

John. And Dick the butcher,

Geo. Then is sin struck down like an ox, and iniquity's throat cut like a calf.

John. And Smith the weaver.

Geo. Argo, their thread of life is spun.
John. Come, come, let's fall in with them.

Drum. Enter CADE, DICK the Butcher, SMITH the
Weaver, and others in great number.
Cade. We, John Cade, so termed of our supposed
father,-

Dick. Or rather, of stealing a cade of herrings.9 [Aside. Cade.-for our enemies shall fall before us, inspired with the spirit of putting down kings and princes,-Command silence. Dick. Silence!

Cade. My father was a Mortimer,-

layer.

Dick. He was an honest man, and a good brick

[Aside.

Cade. My mother a Plantagenet,—
Dick. I knew her well; she was a midwife.

[Aside.

Cade. My wife descended of the Lacies.Dick. She was, indeed, a pedlar's daughter, and sold many laces. [Aside. Smith. But, now of late, not able to travel with her furred pack, she washes bucks here at home. [Aside.

Cade. Therefore am I of an honorable house. Dick. Ay, by my faith, the field is honorable; And there was he born, under a hedge; for his father had never a house, but the cage. [Aside. Cade. Valiant I am.

Smith. 'A must needs; for beggary is valiant. [Aside.

[Aside.

Cade. I am able to endure much. Dick. No question of that; for I have seen him whipped three market days together. Cade. I fear neither sword nor fire. Smith. He need not fear the sword, for his coat is of proof. [Aside. Dick. But, methinks he should stand in fear of fire, being burnt i' the hand for stealing of sheep,

[Aside.

Cade. Be brave, then; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be, in England, seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny: the threehooped pot shall have ten hoops; and I will make A barrel of herrings.

it felony, to drink small beer; all the realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfry go to grass. And, when I am king, (as king I will be,

All. God save your majesty!

Cade. I thank you, good people:-there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers, and worship me their lord. Dick. The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.

Cade. Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment being scribbled o'er, should undo a man? Some say, the bee stings: but I say, 'tis the bee's wax; for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never mine own man since. How now! who's there?

Enter some, bringing in the Clerk of Chatham. Smith. The clerk of Chatham: he can write and read, and cast accompt.

Cade. O monstrous!

Smith. We took him setting of boys' copies.
Cade. Here's a villain!

Smith. H'as a book in his pocket, with red letters in't.

Cade. Nay, then he is a conjurer.

Dick. Nay, he can make obligations, and write

court-hand.

Dick. They use to write it on the top of letters; 'Twill go hard with you.

Cade. Let me alone:-Dost thou use to write thy name? or hast thou a mark to thyself, like an honest plain-dealing man?

Clerk. Sir, I thank God, I have been so well brought up, that I can write my name.

All. He hath confessed: away with him; he's a villain, and a traitor.

Cade. Away with him, I say: hang him with his pen and inkhorn about his neck.

[Exeunt some with the Clerk. Enter MICHAEL.

Mich. Where's our general? Cade. Here I am, thou particular fellow. Mich. Fly, fly, fly! sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother are hard by, with the king's forces.

Cade. Stand, villain, stand, or I'll fell thee down; He shall be encountered with a man as good as himself: he is but a knight, is 'a?

Mich. No.

Cade. To equal him, I will make myself a knight presently-Rise up, sir John Mortimer. Now have at him.

Enter SIR HUMPHREY STAFFORD and WILLIAM

his Brother, with Drum and Forces.

Staf. Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Kent, Mark'd for the gallows,-lay your weapons down, Home to your cottages, forsake this groom;The king is merciful, if you revolt.

W.Staf. Butangry, wrathful, and inclin'd to blood,
If you go forward: therefore yield, or die.
Cade. As for these silken-coated slaves, I pass not;
It is to you, good people, that I speak,
O'er whom, in time to come, I hope to reign;
For I am rightful heir unto the crown.

Staf. Villain, thy father was a plasterer;
And thou thyself a shearman, Art thou not?
Cade. And Adam was a gardener.
W. Staf. And what of that?

Cade. Marry, this:-Edmund Mortimer, earl of
March,

Married the duke of Clarence' daughter; Did he not? Staf. Ay, sir.

Cade. By her, he had two children at one birth. W. Staf. That's false.

Cade. Ay, there's the question, but, I say, 'tis true: The elder of them, being put to nurse, Was by a beggar-woman stol'n away; And ignorant of his birth and parentage, Beca me a bricklayer, when he came to age: His son am I; deny it, if you can.

I pay them no regard.

Dick. Nay, 'tis too true; therefore he shall be king.

Smith. Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it; therefore deny it not.

Stuf. And will you credit this base drudge's words,

That speaks he knows not what?

All. Ay, marry, will we; therefore get ye gone. W. Staf. Jack Cade, the duke of York hath taught you this.

Cade. He lies; for I invented it myself. [Aside. Go to, sirrah. Tell the king from me, "thatfor his father's sake, Henry the Fifth, in whose time boys went to span-counter for French crowns-I am content he shall reign; but I'll be protector over him.

Dick. And, furthermore, we'll have the lord Say's head for selling the dukedom of Mame.

Cade. And good reason; for thereby is England maimed, and fain to go with a staff, but that my puissance holds it up. Feilow kings, I tell you, that that lord Say hath gelded the commonwealth, and made it an eunuch: and more than that, he can speak French, and therefore he is a traitor. Staf. O gross and miserable ignorance! Cade. Nay, answer if you can: The Frenchmen are our eneinies: go to, then, I ask but this; Can he, that speaks with the tongue of an enemy, be a good counsellor, or no?

All. No, no; and therefore we'll have his head. W.Staf.Well, seeing gentle words will not prevail, Assail them with the army of the king.

Staf. Herald, away; and, throughout every town, Proclaim them traitors that are up with Cade; That those, which fly before the battle ends, May, even in their wives' and children's sight, Be hang'd up for example at their doors: And you, that be the king's friends, follow me.

[Exeunt the two STAFFORDS, and Forces. Cade. And you, that love the commons, follow

Cade. And, to speak truth, thou deservest no less. This monument of the victory will I bear; and the bodies shall be dragged at my horse' heels, till I do come to London, where we will have the mayor's sword borne before us.

Dick. If we mean to thrive and do good, break open the gaols, and let out the prisoners.

Cade. Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let's march towards London. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-London. A Room in the Palace. Enter KING HENRY, reading a Supplication; the DUKE of BUCKINGHAM and LORD SAY with him: at a distance, QUEEN MARGARET, mourning over SUFFOLK'S Head.

Q. Mar. Oft have I heard-that grief softens the mind,

And makes it fearful and degenerate;
Think therefore on revenge, and cease to weep.
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?
Buck. What answer makes your grace to the
rebels' supplication?

2 Shoes.

Rul'd, like a wandering planet, over me;
And could it not enforce them to relent,
That were unworthy to behold the same?
K. Hen. Lord Say, Jack Cade hath sworn to have
thy head.

Say. Ay, but I hope, your highness shall have his.
K. Hen. How now, madam? Still
Lamenting, and mourning for Suffolk's death?
I tear, my love, if that I had been dead,
Thou wouldest not have mourn'd so much for me.
Q. Mar. My love, I should not mourn, but die
for thee.

Enter a Messenger.

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

Mess. The rebels are in Southwark; Fly, my lord!
Jack Cade proclaims himself lord Mortimer,
Descended from the duke of Clarence' house:
And calls your grace usurper, openly,
And vows to crown himself in Westminster.
His army is a ragged multitude

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

death.

K. Hen. O graceless men! they know not what they do.

Buck. My gracious lord, retire to Kenelworth, Until a power be rais'd to put them down.

Q. Mar. Ah! were the duke of Suffolk now alive, These Kentish rebels would be soon appeas'd. K. Hen. Lord Say, the traitors hate thee, Therefore away with us to Kenelworth. Suy. 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, And live alone as secret as I may.

Enter another Messenger.

2 Mess. Jack Cade hath gotten London-bridge;

the citizens

Fly and forsake their houses:

The rascal people, thirsting after prey,
Join with the traitor; and they jointly swear,
To spoil the city, and your royal court.
Buck. Then linger not, my lord; away, take horse.
K. Hen. Come, Margaret; God, our hope, will

succor us.

Q. Mar. My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceas'd. K. Hen. Farewell, my lord; [To LORD SAY.] trust not the Kentish rebels.

Buck. Trust nobody, for fear you be betray'd. Say. The trust I have is in mine innocence, And therefore am I bold and resolute. [Exeunt.] SCENE V.-The Tower.

Enter LORD SCALES, and others, on the Walls. Then enter certain Citizens, below.

Scales. How now! is Jack Cade slain?

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

Scates. 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 Sinithnield, and gather head,
And thither I will send you Matthew Gough:
Fight for your king, your country, and your lives;
And so farewell, for I must hence again. [Exeunt.
SCENE VI-Cannon Street.
Enter JACK CADE, and his Followers. He strikes
his Stoff on London-stone.

Cade. Now is Mortimer lord of this city. And here, sitting upon London-stone, I charge and command, that of the city's cost, the pissing-conduit run nothing but claret wine this first year of our reign. And now, henceforward, it shall be

treason for any that calls me other than--lord Mortimer.

Enter a Soldier, running.

Sold. Jack Cade! Jack Cade!

Cade. Knock him down there. [They kill him. Smith. If this fellow be wise, he'll never call you Jack Cade more; I think he hath a very fair

warning.

Dick. My lord, there's an army gathered together in Smithteld.

first, go and set London-bridge on fire; and if you Cade. Come then, let's go fight with them: But, can, burn down the Tower too. Come, let's away. [Exeunt.

SCENE VII.-Smithfield. Alarum. Enter, on one side, CADE and his Company; on the other, Citizens, and the King's Forces, headed by MATTHEW GOUGH. They fight; the Citizens are routed, and MATTHEW GOUGH is slain.

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

them all.

Dick. I have a suit unto your lordship.

Cade. Be it a lordship, thou shalt have it for that word.

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

John. Mass, 'twill be sore law, then; for he was thrust in the mouth with a spear, and 'tis not whole yet. [Aside. Smith. Nay, John, it will be stinking law; for his breath stinks with eating toasted cheese.

[Aside. Cade. I have thought upon it; it shall be so. Away, burn all the records of the realm; my mouth shall be the parliament of England.

John. Then we are like to have biting statutes, unless his teeth be pulled out. [Aside. Cade. And henceforward all things shall be in

common.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. 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.

Enter GEORGE BEVIS, with the LORD SAY. Cade. Well, he shall be beheaded for it ten times. -Ah, thou say, thou serge, nay, thou buckram lord! now art thou within point-blank of our jurisdiction regal. What canst thou answer to my majesty, for giving up of Normandy unto monsier Basimecu, the dauphin of France? Be it known unto thee by these presence, even the presence of lord Mortimer, that I am the besom that must sweep the court clean of such 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; and such abominable words, as no Christian ear can endure to hear. Thou hast appointed justices of peace, to call poor men before them about matters they were not able to answer. Moreover, 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 five. Thou dost ride on a foot-cloth, dost thou not?

Say. What of that?

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

Dick. And work in their shirt, too; as myself, for example, that am a butcher. Say. You men of Kent,Dick. What say you of Kent?

A fifteen was the fifteenth part of all the movabies or personal property of each subject. 4 Say was a kind of serge.

i. e. Because they could not claim the benefit of clergy. A kind of housing which covered the body of the

horse.

Say. Nothing but this: Tis bona terra, mala gens.

Cade. Away with him, away with him! he speaks Latin.

Say. Hear me but speak, and bear me where you will.

Kent, in the commentaries Cæsar writ,
Is term'd the civil'st place in all this isle:
Sweet is the country, because full of riches;
The people liberal, valiant, active, wealthy;
Which makes me hope you are not void of pity.
I sold not Maine, I lost not Normandy;
Yet to recover them, would lose my life.
Justice with favor have I always done;
Prayers and tears have mov'd me, gifts could never.
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 preferr'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,-

Cade. Tut! when struck'st thou one blow in the field!

Say. Great men have reaching hands: oft have I struck

Those that I never saw, and struck them dead. Geo. O monstrous coward! what, to come behind folks!

Say. These cheeks are pale for watching for your

good.

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

Say. Long sitting to determine poor men's causes Hath made me full of sickness and diseases. Cade. Ye shall have a hempen caudle then, and the pap of a hatchet.

Dick. Why dost thou quiver, man?

Say. The palsy, and not fear, provoketh me. Cade. 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.

Say. Tell me, wherein I have offended most? Have I affected wealth, or honor; 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-shedding,7

This breast from harboring foul deceitful thoughts. O, let me live!

Cade. I 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! he has a familiars under his tongue; he speaks not o' God's name. Go, take him away, I say, 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.

God should be so obdurate as yourselves, How would it fare with your departed souls? And therefore yet relent, and save my life. Cade. 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 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 tree as heart can wish, or tongue can tell.

Dick. My lord, when shall we go to Cheapside, and take up commodities upon our bills? Cade. Marry, presently.

All. O brave!

Re-enter Rebels, with the Heads of LORD SAY and his Son-in-law.

Cade. But is not this braver?-Let them kiss

i. e. Shedding guiltless blood.

A demon who was supposed to attend at call.

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, deter the spoil of the city until night: for with these borne before us, instead of maces, will we ride through the streets; and, at every corner, have them kiss.-Away! [Exeunt.

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 Thames! Purley 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 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,
Thai thus you do exclaim-you'll go with him?
Will he conduct you through the heart of France,
Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to;
And make the meanest of you earls and dukes?
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-Villageons 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 Firth 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 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 tied? 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.