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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.*

my sword,

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.

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SCENE I. The same. Fields between Dartford

and Blackheath,

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

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.



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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 us,

- 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;


"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;
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.

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