This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalf,
And therefore fhall it charm thy riotous tongue.

Whit. Speak, Captain, fhall I ftab the forlorn fwain ? Cap. First let my words ftab him, as he hath me. Suf. Bafe flave, thy words are blunt; and so art thou. Cap. Convey him hence, and, on our long-boat's fide, Strike off his head.

Suf. Thou dar'ft not for thy own.

Cap. Poole, Sir Poole? lord?

Ay, kennel-puddle-fink, whofe filth and dirt
Troubles the filver Spring where England drinks:
Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth,
For fwallowing up the treasure of the Realm.
Thy lips, that kifs'd the Queen, fhall fweep the ground;
And thou, that fmil'dft at good Duke Humphry's death,
Against the fenfelefs winds fhalt grin in vain,
Who in contempt fhall hifs at thee again.
And wedded be thou to the hags of hell,
For daring to affie a mighty lord
Unto the daughter of a worthlefs King,
Having nor Subject, Wealth, nor Diadem!
By devilish policy art thou grown great,
And, like ambitious Sylla, over-gorg'd
With gobbets of thy mother's bleeding heart.
By thee Anjou and Maine were fold to France;
The falfe revolting Normans, thorough thee,"
Difdain to call us lord; and Picardie

Hath flain their Governors, furpriz'd our Forts,
And fent the ragged foldiers wounded home.
The princely Warwick, and the Nevils all,
(Whofe dreadful fwords were never drawn in vain)
As hating thee, are rifing up in arms.

And now the Houfe of York (thruft from the Crown)
By shameful murther of a guiltless King,

And lofty proud incroaching tyranny,

Burns with revenging fire; whofe hopeful Colours
Advance a half-fac'd Sun ftriving to fhine;
Under the which is writ, Invitis 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 fhoot forth thunder Upon these paultry, fervile, abject drudges! Small things make base men proud. This villain here, Being captain of a pinnace, threatens more Than Bargulus the strong Illyrian Pirate. (14) Drones fuck not eagles blood, but rob bee-hives. It is impoffible that I should die

By fuch a lowly vaffal as thy felf.

Thy words move rage, and not remorse, in me: go of meffage from the Queen to France;

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I charge thee waft me fafely cross the channel.
Cap. Walter

Whit. Come, Suffolk, I muft waft thee to thy death. Suf. Pana gelidus timor occupat artus: it's thee I fear. (15) Whit. Thou fhalt have cause to fear, before I leave thee. What, are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop?

1 Gent. My gracious lord, intreat him; fpeak him fair. Suf. Suffolk's imperial tongue is ftern and rough, Us'd to command, untaught to plead for favour. Far be it, we should honour fuch as thefe With humble fuit; no; rather let my head Stoop to the block, than these knees bow to any, Save to the God of heav'n, and to my King; And fooner dance upon a bloody pole, Than ftand 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;

Come, foldiers, fhew what cruelty ye can.

(14) Than Bargulus the ftrong Illyrian Pirate.]

The old 4to reads, than mighty Abradas the great Macedonian Pirate. Neither of these Wights have I been able to trace, or discover from what Legend our Author deriv'd his Acquaintance with them.

(15) Pine gelidus timor occupat artus.] Thus the 1ft Folio Impreffion. Whence the Poet glean'd this Hemiftich, I do not know. Tis certain, the first Word is corrupted. I believe, I have reftor'd it, as it ought to be. Suffolk would fay, the Fear of that Punishment, that Revenge, they were about to take upon him, put his Limbs into a cold trembling.

Suf.

Suf. That this my death may never be forgot,
Great men oft die by vile Bezonians.

A Roman fworder and Bandetto nave
Murther'd fweet Tully; Brutus bastard hand
Stabb'd Julius Cæfar; favage Iflanders
Pompey the Great: And Suffolk dies by Pirates.

[Exit Walter Whitmore with Suffolk. Cap. And as for these, whose ransom we have fet, It is our pleasure one of them depart;

Therefore come you with us, and let him go.

[Ex. Captain and the reft.

Manet the first Gent. Enter Whitmore, with the body. Whit. There let his head and livelefs body lye, Until the Queen his mistress bury it.

1 Gent. O barbarous and bloody fpectacle!
His body will I bear unto the King:
If he revenge it not, yet will his friends;
So will the Queen, that living held him dear.

Bevis.

[Exit Whit.

SCENE changes to Southwark.

C

Enter Bevis and John Holland.

[Exit.

OME, and get thee a fword though made of a lath; they have been up these two days. Hol. They have the more need to fleep now then. Bevis. I tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier means to dress the commonwealth, and turn it, and fet a new nap upon

it.

Hol. So he had need, for 'tis thread-bare. Well, I say, it was never merry world in England fince Gentlemen

came up.

Bevis. O miferable age! virtue is not regarded in handy-crafts men.

Hol. The Nobility think fcorn to go in leather aprons. Bevis. Nay more, the King's Council are no good workmen.

Hol.

Hol. True, and yet it is faid, Labour in thy vocation; which is as much as to fay, let the magiftrates be labouring men; and therefore fhould we be magiftrates.

Bevis. Thou haft hit it; for there's no better fign of a brave mind than a hard hand.

Hol. I fee them, I fee them; there's Beft's fon, the tanner of Wingbam.

Bevis. He fhall have the skins of our enemies to make dog's leather of.

Hol. And Dick the butcher:

Bevis. Then is fin ftruck down like an ox, and iniquity's throat cut like a calf.

Hol. And Smith the weaver:

Bevis. Argo, their thread of life is fpun.

Hol. Come, come, let's fall in with them.

Drum. Enter Cade, Dick the butcher, Smith the weaver, and a fawyer, with infinite numbers.

Cade. We John Cade, fo term'd of our fuppofed father

Dick. Or rather of ftealing a cade of herrings.

Cade. For our enemies fhall fall before us, inspired with the spirit of putting down Kings and Princes; command filence.

Dick. Silence.

Cade. My father was a Mortimer

Dick. He was an honest man and a good bricklayer. Cade. My mother à Plantagenet

Dick. I knew her well, fhe was a midwife.

Cade. My wife defcended of the Lacies

Dick. She was indeed a pedlar's daughter, and fold many laces.

Wear. But, now of late, not able to travel with her furr'd pack, fhe washes bucks here at home.

..Cade. Therefore am I of an honourable Houfe.

Dick. Ay, by my faith, the field is honourable; and there was he born, under a hedge; for his father had never a house but the cage.

Cade. Valiant I am.

Wear. A' muft needs, for beggary is valiant.

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Cade.

Cade. I am able to endure much.

Dick. No queftion of that; for I have seen him whipt three market days together.

Cade. I fear neither fword nor fire.

Wear. He need not fear the fword, for his coat is of

proof.

Dick. But, methinks, he should ftand in fear of fire, being burnt i'th' hand for ftealing of sheep.

Cade. Be brave then, for your Captain is brave, and vows reformation. There fhall be in England feven half-penny loaves fold for a penny; the three-hoop'd pot fhall have ten hoops, and I will make it felony to drink fmall beer. All the Realm fhall be in common, and in Cheapfide fhall my palfry go to grass; and when I am King, as King I will be

All. God fave your Majefty!

Cade. I thank you, good people. There shall be no mony; all shall eat and drink upon 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 the skin of an innocent lamb fhould be made parchment; that parchment being fcribbled o'er, fhould undo a man? Some fay, the bee ftings; but I fay, 'tis bee's wax; for I did but feal once to a thing, and I was never my own man fince. How now? who is there?

Enter a Clerk.

Wear. The clerk of Chatham; he can write and read, and caft accompt.

Cade. O monftrous!

Weav. We took him fetting boys copies.

Cade. Here's a villain!

Wear. He'as a book in his pocket with red letters

in't.

Cade. Nay, then he's a conjurer.

Dick. Nay, he can make obligations, and write Courthand.

Cade.

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