Tork. Then, Buckingham, I do difmifs my Powers. Lands, Goods, Horfe, Armour, any thing I have Buck. York, I commend this kind Submission, K. Henry. Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us, York doth present himself unto your Highness. K.Henry. Then what intend these Forces thou doft bring? York. To have the Traitor Somerset from hence, And fight against that monftrous Rebel Cade, Whom fince I heard to be discomfited. Enter Iden with Cade's Head. Iden. If one fo rude, and of fo mean Condition May pafs into the Prefence of a King; Le, I prefent your Grace a Traitor's Head, The Head of Cade, whom I in Combat flew. K.Henry.The Head of Cade? great God ! how just art thou? O let me view his Vifage being dead, That living wrought me fuch exceeding trouble. Tell me, my Friend, art thou the Man that flew him? Iden. I was, an't like your Majefty. K. Henry. How art thou call'd? And what is thy Degree? Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my Name, A poor Efquire of Kent, that loves the King. Buck. So please it you, my Lord, 'twere not amifs Iden Iden. May Iden live to merit such a Bounty, And never live but true unto his Liege. Enter Queen Margaret and Somerset. K. Henry.See Buckingham, Somerfet comes with the Queen Go, bid her hide him quickly from the Duke. Q.Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his Head, York. How now? Is Somerfet at liberty? Falfe King, why haft thou broken Faith with me, Which durft not, no nor canft not rule a Traitor, York. Would't have me kneel? First, let me ask of thee, Sirrah, call in my Sons to be my Bail: I know, ere they will let me go to Ward, They'll pawn their Swords for my Enfranchisement. 2. Mar. Call hither Clifford, bid him come amain, To lay, if that the Baftard Boys of York Shall be the Surety for their Traitor Father. Shal Shall be their Father's Bail, and bane to those See where they come, I'll warrant they'll make it good. Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their Bail. Clif. This is my King, York, I do not mistake, K. Henry. Ay, Clifford, a Bedlam and ambitious humour Makes him oppofe himself againft his King. Clif. He is a Traitor, let him to the Tower, And crop away that factious Pate of his. 2. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey: His Sons, he fays, fhall give their Words for him. York. Will you not, Sons? E. Plan. Ay, noble Father, if our Words will ferve. R. Plan. And if Words will not, then our Weapons fhall. Clif. Why, what a brood of Traitors have we here? York. Look in a Glafs, and call thy Image fo. I am the King, and thou a falfe-heart Traitor; Call hither to the Stake my two brave Bears, That with the very shaking of their Chains They may astonish these fell-lurking Curs: Bid Salisbury and Warwick come to me. Enter the Earls of Warwick and Salisbury. Clif Are these thy Bears? We'll bait thy Bears to death, And manacle the Bearard in their Chains, If thou dar'st bring them to the baiting place. R. Plan. Oft have I feen a hot o'er-weening Cur If you oppose your felyes to match Lord Warwick. Clif. Hence, heap of Wrath, foul indigefted Lump, As crooked in thy Manners, as thy Shape. York. Nay, we fall heat you thoroughly anon. Clif. Take heed leaft by your heat you burn your felves. K. Henry. Why, Warwick, hath thy Knee forgot to bow? Old Salisbury, fhame to thy Silver Hair, Thou mad Mifs-leader of thy Brain-fick Son, my felf, K. Henry. Haft thou not fworn Allegiance unto me? K. Henry Canft thou dispense with Heaven for fuch an But greater Sin to keep a finful Oath: [Oath? 2. Mar. A fubtle Traitor needs no Sophifter. K. Kenry. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm him?elf. York. Call Buckingham, and all the Friends thou hast, ⠀ I am refolv'd for Death or Dignity. Old Clif. The firft, I warrant hee, if Dreams prov P To keep thee from the Tempeft of the Field.. And that I'll write upon thy Burgonet, Might I but know thee by thy Houfe's Badge. War. Now by my Father's Badge, old Nevil's Creft; The rampant Bear chain'd to the ragged Staff, This day I'll wear aloft my Burgonet, As on a Mountain top, the Cedar fhews, That keeps his Leaves in fpight of any Storm, Even to affright thee with the view thereof. Old Clif. And from thy Burgonet I'll rend thy Bear, And tread it under foot with all contempt, Defpight the Bearard, that protects the Bear. Y. Clif. And fo to Arms, victorious noble Father, To quel the Rebels and their Complices R. Plan. Fie, Charity for fhame, fpeak not in spight, For you fhall fup with Jefu Chrift to night. r. Clif. Foul Stigmatick, that's more than thou can ft tell. R. Plan. If not in Heav'n you'll furely fup in Hell. Enter Warwick. War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls; And if thou doft not hide thee from the Bear. Now when the angry Trumpet founds Alarum, And dy'ing Mens cries do fill the empty Air, Clifford, I fay, come forth and fight with me, Proud Northern Lord, Clifford of Cumberland, Warwick is hoarfe with calling thee to Arms. Enter York. [Exeunt. War. How now, my noble Lord? what all a-foot? But match to match I have encountred him, Enter Clifford. War. Of one or both of us the time is come. York. Hold Warwick: feek thee out fome other Chafe, For I my felf must hunt this Deer to death. War. Then nobly York, 'tis for a Crown thou fight'it: As |