Enter King HENRY, attended. K. Hen. Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us, That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? York. In all submission and humility, K. Hen. Then what intend these forces thou dost bring? And fight against that 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? O! let me view his visage being dead, Great God, how just art That living wrought me such exceeding trouble. Iden. I was, an 't like your majesty. K. Hen. How art thou call'd, and what is thy degree? A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king. Buck. So please it you, my lord, 't were not amiss, He were created knight for his good service. K. Hen. Iden, kneel down: [He kneels.] rise up a knight. We give thee for reward a thousand marks; 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 queen : Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. Enter Queen MARGARET and Somerset. Q. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his head, But boldly stand, and front him to his face. 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; Which dar'st not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor. Som. O monstrous traitor! - I arrest thee, York, Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown. Obey, audacious traitor: kneel for grace. York. Would'st have me kneel? first let me ask of thee, If they can brook I bow a knee to man? I know, ere they will have me go to ward, [Exit an Attendant. They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement. Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come amain, York. O! blood-bespotted Neapolitan, Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge, Enter EDWARD and RICHARD PLANTAGENET, with Forces, at one side; at the other, with Forces also, old CLIFFORD and his Son. See where they come: I'll warrant they 'll make it good. Q, Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their bail. We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again; Clif. This is my king, York: I do not mistake; But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do. To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad? K. Hen. Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious humour Makes him oppose himself against his king. Clif. He is a traitor: let him to the Tower, And chop away that factious pate of his. Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey: Edw. Ay, noble father, if our words will serve. Drums. Enter WARWICK and SALISBURY, with Forces. If thou dar'st bring them to the baiting place. Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur Run back and bite, because he was withheld; Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw, Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs, and cry'd: If you oppose yourselves to match lord Warwick. Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump, As crooked in thy manners as thy shape! York. Nay, we shall heat you thororghly anon. Clif. Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves. K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow? — Old Salisbury, shame to thy silver hair, Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son! What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian, And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles? O! where is faith? O! where is loyalty? Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself The title of this most renowned duke; And in my conscience do repute his grace The rightful heir to England's royal seat. K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me? Sal. I have. K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for such an oath? But greater sin to keep a sinful oath. Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister. K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself. York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast, I am resolv'd for death, or dignity. 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, This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet, Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father, To quell the rebels, and their 'complices. Rich. Fie! charity! for shame! speak not in spite, For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night. Y. Clif. Foul stigmatic, that's more than thou canst tell. SCENE II. Saint Albans. [Exeunt severally. Alarums: Excursions. Enter WARWICK. War. Clifford of Cumberland! 't is Warwick calls; |