SCENE VII. Changes to Southwark. Alarum, and retreat. Enter again Cade, and all his rabblement.. Cade. Up Fish-treet, down St Magnus' corner, kill and knock down, throw them into Thames. What noife is this I hear? [A parley founded. Dare any be fo bold to found retreat or parley, Enter Buckingham and old Clifford, attended. Buck. Ay, here they be that dare and will disturb thee. Who loves the King, and will embrace his pardon, All. God fave the King! God fave the King! Cade. What, Buckingham and Clifford, are ye fo brave? and you, bafe peasants, do ye believe 'em? will you needs be hang'd with your pardons about your necks? hath my fword therefore broke through London gates, that you fhould leave me at the White-hartin Southwark? I thought you would never have given out these arms, till you had recovered your ancient freedom: but you are all recreants and daftards, and delight to live in flavery to the Nobility. Let them break your backs with burthens, take your houfes over your heads, ravish your wives and daughters before your faFor me, I will make shift for one, and fo God's curfe light upon you all! ces. All. We'll follow Cade, we'll follow Cade. That thus you do exclaim you'll go with him? I fee them lording it in London streets, Better ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry, Henry hath mercy, you are ftrong and manly: All. A Clifford! a Clifford! we'll follow the King and Clifford. Cade. Was ever feather fo lightly blown to and fro as this multitude? The name of Henry the Fifth hales them to an hundred mischiefs, and makes them leave me defolate. I fee them lay their heads together to furprise me. My fword make way for me, for here is no ftaying; in defpight of the devils and hell, have through the very midst of you; and heavens and honour be witness, that no want of resolution in me, but only my followers bafe and ignominious treasons make me betake me to my heels. [Exit. Buck. What, is he fled? go fome and follow him; And he that brings his head unto the King, Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward. [Exeunt fome of them. Follow me, foldiers; we'll devise a mean To reconcile you all unto the King [Exeunt omnes. SCENE VIH. The palace at Killingworth. Sound trumpets. Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, and Sommerfet on the terras. K. Henry. Was ever King that joy'd an earthly throne, VOL. V. G And could command no more content than I? Enter Buckingham and Clifford. Buck. Health and glad tidings to your Majefty! K. Henry. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade Or is he but retir'd to make him ftrong? [furpris'd? Enter multitudes with halters about their necks. Clif. He's fled, my Lord, and all his pow'rs do yield; And humbly thus with halters on their necks, Expect your Highnefs' doom of life or death. K. Henry. Then, heav'n, fet ope thy everlasting gates, And Henry, though he be unfortunate, Me Pleafe it your Grace to be advertis'd, The Duke of Somerfet, whom he terms a traitor. Like to a fhip, that, having 'fcap'd a tempeft, I pray thee, Buckingham, go and meet with him, And ask him what's the reafon of these arms : Som. My Lord, I'll yield myself to prifon willingly, Or unto death, to do my country good. K. Henry. In any case be not too rough in terms: For he is fierce and cannot brook hard language, Buck. I will, my Lord; and doubt not so to deal, As all things fhall redound unto your good. K. Henry, Come, wife, let's in, and learn to govern better; For yet may England curfe my wretched reign: [Exeunt. SCENE IX. A garden in Kent. Cade Fie on ambitions; fie on myself, that have a fword, and yet am ready to fa... sh. These 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, could ftay no longer. Wherefore on a brick wall have I climbed into this garden, to fee if I can eat grafs, or pick a fallet another while, which is not amils to cool a man's ftomach this hot weather: and I think this word fallet was born to do me good?" for many a time but for a fallet my brain-pan had been cleft with a brown bill; and many a time when I have been dry, and bravely marching, it hath ferv'd me inhead of a quart-pot to drink in; and now the word fallet muft ferve me to feed on. Enter Iden. Iden. Lord! who would live turmoiled in the court, And may enjoy fuch quiet walks as these? This fmall inheritance my father left me, Contenteth me, and's worth a monarchy. I feek not to wax great by others' waining; Or gather wealth I care not with what envy ;. Sufficeth that I have maintains my state, And fends the poor well pleafed from my gate. Cade. Here's the lord of the foil come to feize me for a ftray, for ent'ring his fee-finple without leave. Ah, villain! thou wilt betray me, and get a thousand crowns of the king by carrying my head to him; but I'll make thee eat iron like an oftridge, and swallow my fword like a great pin, ere 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? by the best blood that ever was broach'd, and beard thee too. Look on me well, I have eat no meat these 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 stands, Thy leg a ftick, compared with this truncheon. Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth: As for more words, let this my fword report (Whofe greatnefs anfwers words) what fpeech for bears. 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 ere thou sleep in thy fheath, I befeech Jove on my knees thou inay't 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 defy them all. Wither garden, and be henceforth a burying-place to |