I fee them lay their Heads together to furprize me. My Sword make way for me, for here is no ftaying; in defpight of the Devils and Hell, have through the very midft of you; and Heavens and Honour be witness, that no want of Refolution in me, but only my Followers bafe and ig Heels. nominious Treasons make me betake me to my [Exit. Buck, What, is he fled? Go fome and follow him. And he that brings his Head unto the King, Shall have a thoufand Crowns for his Reward. [Exeunt fome of them. Follow me, Soldiers; we'll devife a mean [Exeunt omnes. Sound Trumpets. Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, and Somerset on the Terras K. Henry. Was ever King that joy'd an Earthly Throne, And could command no more Content than I? No fooner was I crept out of my Cradle, But I was made a King at nine Months old: Was never Subject long'd to be a King, As I do long and wifh to be a Subject. Enter Buckingham and Clifford. Buck. Health and glad Tidings to your Majefty. K. Henry. Why Buckingham, is the Traitor Cade furpriz'd? Or is he but retir'd to make him ftrong? Enter Multitudes with Halters about their Necks. Clif. He is filed my Lord, and all his Powers do yield, And humbly thus with Halters on their Necks, Expect your Highnefs doom of Life or Death. K.Henry. Then, Heaven, fet ope thy everlasting Gates, And Henry, though he be unfortunate, Enter Enter Messenger. Mef. Please it your Grace to be advertised, K. Henry. Thus ftands my State, 'twixt Cade and York-idLike to a Ship, that having fcap'd a Tempeft, Is ftraightway calm'd and boarded with a Pyrate. I pray thee Buckingham, go and meet with him, I'll yield my felf to Prifon willingly, K. Henry. In any cafe be not too rough in terms, [ftreft, K. Henry. Come, Wife, let's in, and learn to govern better, For yet may England curfe my wretched Reign. [Exeunt. Enter Jack Cade. Cade. Fy on Ambition; fy on my felf, that have a Sword, and yet am ready to famifh. Thefe five days have I hid me in thefe Woods, and durft not peep out, for all the Country is laid for me: But now am I fo hungry, that if I might have a leafe of my Life for a thousand Years, I could ftay no longer. Wherefore on a Brick Wall have I climb'd into this Garden, to fee if I can eat Grafs, or pick a Sallet another while, which is not amifs to coola Man's Stomach this ho: 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 No 2 been been cleft with a brown Bill; and many a time when I have been dry, and bravely marching, it hath ferv'd me instead of a quart pot to drink in; and now the word Sallet muft ferve me to feed on. Enter Iden. Iden. Lord, who would live turmoiled in the Court, Cade. Here's the Lord of the Soil come to feize me for a Stray, for entring his Fee-fimple without leave. Ah Villain, thou wilt betray me, and get 1000 Crowns of the King, by carrying my Head to him, but I'll make thee eat Iron like an Oftridge, and fwallow my Sword like a great Pin, c'er thou and I part. Iden. Why, rude Companion, whatfoe'er thou be, And like a Thief, to come to rob my Grounds, Cade. Brave thee? Ay, by the best Blood that ever was broach'd, and beard thee too. Look on me well, I have eat no Meat thefe five Days, yet come thou and thy five Men, and if I do not leave you as dead as a door Nail, I pray God I may never eat Grass more. Iden. Nay, it fhall ne'er be faid, while England ftands, Thy Leg a Stick compared with this Truncheon, And And if mine Arm be heaved in the Air, Thy Grave is digg'd already in the Earth: As for more Words, whofe greatness anfwers Words, Cade. By my Valour; the most compleat Champion that ever I heard. Steel, if thou turn thine edge, or cut not out the burly bon'd Clown in Chines of Beef, e'er thou fleep in thy Sheath, I befeech Jove on my Knees thou may'st be turned into Hobnails. Here they Fight. OI am flain! Famine and no other hath flain me, let ten thousand Devils come against me, and give me but the ten Meals I have loft, and I'd defie them all. Wither 'Garden, and be henceforth a burying place to all that do dwell in this House, because the unconquer'd Soul of Cade is fled. Iden. Is't Cade that I have flain, that monftrous Traitor? Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy Deed, And hang thee o'er my Tomb when I am dead. Ne'er fhall this Blood be wiped from thy Point, But thou shalt wear it as a Herald's Coat, To emblaze the Honour which thy Mafter got. Cade. Iden farewel, and be proud of thy Victory: Tell Kent from me, fhe hath loft her beft Man, and exhort all the World to be Cowards; for I that never fear'd any, am vanquished by Famine, not by Valour. [Dies. Iden. How much thou wrong'st me, Heav'n be my Judge; Die, damned Wretch, the curfe of her that bare thee: And as I thrust thy Body in with my Sword, So with I, I might thruft thy Soul to Hell. Hence will I drag thee headlong by the Heels Unto a Dunghill, which fhall be thy Grave, And there cut off thy moft ungracious Head, Which I will bear in Triumph to the King, Leaving thy Trunk for Crows to feed upon. [Exit, Enter York, and his Army of Irish, with Drum and Colours. York. From Ireland thus comes York to claim his Right, And pluck the Crown from feeble Henry's Head. Nn 3 Ring Ring Bells aloud, burn Bonfires clear and bright, Ah Sanita Majeftas! who would not buy thee dear? On which I'll tofs the Flower-de-Luce of France. Whom have we here? Buckingham to disturb me? Buck. A Meffenger from Henry, our dread Liege, York: Scarce can I speak, my Choler is fo great.' On Sheep or Oxen could I spend my Fury. More like a King, more Kingly in my Thoughts. Buck. That is too much Prefumption on thy part; [Afide. The |