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edge, or cut not out the burly-boned clown in chines of beef ere thou sleep in thy sheath, I be seech God on my knees, thou mayest be turned to hobnails. [They fight. Cada falls.] 0, I am slain ! famine, and 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
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
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.
Cade. Iden, farewell, and be proud of thy vice tory: 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 * Iden. How much thou wrongst me, heaven,
be my judge. * Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare
thee! * And as I thrust thy body in with * So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell.*
3 How much thou wrong'st me,] That is, in supposing that I am proud of my victory.
+ So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell, &c.] Not to dwell upon the wickedness of this horrid wish, with which Iden debases his character, the whole speech is wild and confused. To draw a man by the heels, headlong, is somewhat difficult; nor can I discover how the dunghill would be his grave, if his trunk were left to be fed upon by crows. These I conceive not to be the faults of corruption but negligence, and therefore do not attempt correction.
- 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.
[Exit, dragging out the Body,
SCENE I. The same. Fields between Dartford
The King's Camp on one side. On the other, enter
YORK attended, with Drum and Colours: his Forces at some distance.
* York. From Ireland thus comes York, to claim
his right, * And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head :
Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright; • To entertain great England's lawful king. Ah, sancta 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 scepter, balance it." • A scepter shall it have, have I a soul; « On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France,
Enter BUCKINGHAM, - Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me? • The king hath sent him, sure: I must dissemble :
balance it.] That is, balance my hand,
• Buck. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee
well. * York. Humphrey, of Buckingham, I accept thy
greeting. * Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure ?
* Buck. A messenger from Henry, our dread liege, « To know the reason of these arms in peace ; • Or why, thou-being a subject as I am,Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn,
Should'st raise so great a power without his leave, • Or dare to bring thy force so near the court. • York. Scarce can I speak, my choler is
so great. 0, I could hew up rocks, and fight with
fint, 'I am so angry at these abject terms; And now, like Ajax Telamonius, On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury! Aside. I 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. Buck. That is too much presumption on thy
York. Upon thine honour, is he 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
- That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm?
* York. In all submission and humility, * York doth present himself unto your highness. * K. Hen. Then what intend these forces thou
dost bring? York. To heave the traitor Somerset from
hence; * 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 Čade, whom I in combat slew. K. Hen. The head of Cade-Great God, how
just art thou ! • 0, let me view his visage being dead, • 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 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 * Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke.
with the queen;
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? • T'hen, 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. • 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.