SCENE changes to the King's Pavilion. Enter King Henry and Attendants. Re-enter Buckingham, and York, attended. K. Hen. That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? York. In all fubmiffion and humility, York doth prefent himself unto your Highness. Enter Iden with Cade's head. Iden. If one fo rude, and of fo mean condition, Lo, I prefent your Grace a traitor's head; K. Henry. The head of Cade? great God! how juft 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 love's the King. Buck. So please it you, my Lord, 'twere not amifs He were created Knight for his good fervice. K. Henry. Iden, kneel down; rife 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 fuch a bounty, And never live but true unto his Liege! Enter Queen Margaret and Somerset. K.Hen. See, Buckingham, Somerfet comes with the Queen: Go, bid her hide him quickly from the Duke. Q. Mar. Q.Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his head, But boldly ftand and front him to his face. York. How now? is Somerset at liberty? Falfe King! why haft thou broken faith with me, Which durft not, no, nor can not rule a traitor, And with the fame to act controlling laws : Som. O monftrous traitor! I arreft thee, York, York. Sirrah, call in my fons to be my bail; (12) Wouldst have me kneel? First, let me afk of these, If they can brook I bow a knee to man. I know, ere they will let me go to ward, (12) Would have me kneel? First let me ask of thefe, If they can brook I borv a knee to man. Sirrab, call in my Sons to be my bail.] As thefe Lines have hitherto ftood, I think the Sense perplexed and obfcure. I have ventured to tranfpofe them, and make a flight Alteration, by the Advice of my ingenious Friend Mr. Warburton. The The fons of York, thy betters in their birth, Enter Edward and Richard. Sce, where they come ; I'll warrant, they'll make it good. Enter Clifford. Q. Mar. And here cemes Clifford, to deny their bail. Clif Health and all happiness to my Lord the King! York. I thank thee, Clifford; fay, what news with thee? Nay, do not fright us with an angry look: We are thy Sovereign, Clifford, kneel again; Clif. This is my King, York, I do not miftake; K. Henry. Ay, Clifford, a Bedlam and ambitious humour Makes him oppofe himself against his King. Clif. He is a traitor, let him to the Tower, And crop away that factious pate of his, Q. Mar. He is arrefted, but will not obey: His fons, he fays, fhall give their words for him. York. Will you not, fons? 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 thy King, and thou a falfe-heart traitor; Call hither to the flake my two brave bears, That with the very fhaking of their chains They may aftonifh thefe fell-lurking curs; Bid Salisbury and Warwick come to me. (13) Shall be their Father's Bail and Bane to thofe,] Confidering, how our Author loves to play on Words fimilar in their Sound, but oppofite in their Signification, I make no Doubt but I have here reftored his genuine Reading. Bale, (from whence our common Adjective, baleful) fignifies, Detriment, Ruin, Misfortune, &c. Enter Enter the Earl of Warwick and Salisbury. Clif. Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to death, And manacle the bear-ward in their chains, If thou dar'ft bring them to the baiting-place. R. Plan. Oft have I feen a hot o'er-weening cur, Run back and bite, because he was withheld; Who, being fuffer'd with the bear's fell paw, Hath clapt his tail between his legs and cry'd: And fuch a piece of fervice will you do, If you oppose yourselves to match Lord Warwick. Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigefted lump, As crooked in thy manners, as thy fhape. York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon. Clif.Take heed, left by your heat you burn yourfelves. K. Henry. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow? Old Salisbury, fhame to thy filver hair, Thou mad mif-leader of thy brain-fick fon, And in my confcience do repute his Grace K. Henry. Haft thou not fworn allegiance unto me? Sal. I have. K. He. Canft thou difpenfe with heav'n for fuch an oath? But greater fin to keep a finful oath : Те To force a spotlefs virgin's chastity. Old Cliff. The firft I warrant thee; if dreams prove true. Old Cliff. I am refolv'd to bear a greater storm War. Now by my father's badge, old Nevill's crest, (As on a mountain top the cedar fhews, Old Cliff. And from thy Burgonet I'll rend thy bear, R. Plan. Fy, charity for fhame, speak not in fpight, For you fhall fup with Jefu Chrift to-night. Y.Cliff.Foul ftigmatick, that's more than thou canft tell. R. Plan. If not in Heav'n, you'll furely fup in hell. [Exeunt feverally. SCENE changes to a Field of Battle at St. Albans. War. Enter Warwick. Lifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls; ́(Now when the angry trumpet founds alarm, And |