'burying-place to all that do dwell in this house, 'because the unconquered soul of Cade is fled. 'Iden. Is't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous traitor? Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed, And hang thee o'er my tomb, when I am dead : * Ne'er shall this blood be wiped from thy point; * But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat, *To emblaze the honour that thy master got. 'Cade. Iden, farewell; and be proud of thy vic6 tory: Tell Kent from me, she hath lost her best 'man, and exhort all the world to be cowards; for I, that never feared any, am vanquished by fa'mine, not by valour. [Dies. *Iden. How much thou wrong'st met, heaven be my judge. * Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare thee! * And as I thrust thy body in with my sword, [Exit, dragging out the body. ACT V. SCENE I. The same. Fields between Dartford and Blackheath. The King's camp on one side. On the other, enter York attended, with drum and colours: his forces at some distance. York. From Ireland thus comes York, to claim his right, And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head: tie. In supposing that I am proud of my victory. 'Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright, 'To entertain great England's lawful king. Ah, sancta majestas! who would not buy thee dear? Let them obey, that know not how to rule; This hand was made to handle nought but gold: I cannot give due action to my words, . Except a sword or scepter balance it †. A scepter shall it have, have I a soul; . On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France. Enter Buckingham. 'Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me? 'The king hath sent him, sure: I must dissemble. 'Buck. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well. "York. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting. 'Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure? 'Buck. A messenger from Henry, our dread liege, To know the reason of these arms in peace; 'Or why, thou-being a subject as I am,Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn, 'Should'st raise so great a power without his leave, 'Or dare to bring thy force so near the court. York. Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great. 'O, I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint, 'I am so angry at these abject terms; But I must make fair weather yet a while, 'Till Henry be more weak, and I more strong. 'O Buckingham, I pr'ythee, pardon me, ti. e. Balance my hand. Aside. 'My mind was troubled with deep melancholy. 'The cause why I have brought this army hither, 'Is-to remove proud Somerset from the king. 'Seditious to his grace, and to the state. Buck. That is too much presumption on thy part : 'But if thy arms be to no other end, 'The king hath yielded unto thy demand; York. Upon thine honour, is he prisoner? 'York. Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my powers. 'Soldiers, I thank you all: disperse yourselves; * I'll send them all as willing as I live; * Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have * Is his to use, so Somerset may die. 'Buck. York, I commend this kind submission : 'We twain will go into his highness' tent. Enter King Henry, attended. ‹ K. Hen. Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us, "That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? * York. In all submission and humility, * York doth present himself unto your highness. *K. Hen. Then what intend these forces thou dost bring? "York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence; And fight against that monstrous rebel, Cade, 'Who since I heard to be discomfited. 6 Enter Iden, with Cade's head. Iden. If one so rude, and of so mean condition, May pass into the presence of a king, 'Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head, K. Hen. The head of Cade?-Great God, how just art thou!— 'O, let me view his visage, being dead, "That living wrought me such exceeding trouble. 'Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew him? 'Iden. I was, an't like your majesty. 'K. Hen. How art thou call'd? and what is thy degree? • Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name; 'A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king. * Buck. So please it you, my lord, 'twere not amiss * He were created knight for his good service. 'We give thee for reward a thousand marks; K. Hen. See, Buckingham! Somerset comes Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. Enter Queen Margaret and Somerset. 'Q. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his head, 'But boldly stand, and front him to his face. "York. How now! Is Somerset at liberty? Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison'd thoughts, ' And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart. 'Shall I endure the sight of Somerset ? False king! why hast thou broken faith with me, "Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse? King did I call thee? no, thou art not king; 'Not fit to govern and rule multitudes, 'Which dar'st not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor. 'That head of thine doth not become a crown; Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff, "And not to grace an awful princely scepter. 'That gold must round engirt these brows of mine; "Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear, "And with the same to act controlling laws. *York. Would'st have me kneel? first let me ask of these, * If they can brook I bow a knee to man. * Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail; [Exit an attendant. * I know, ere they will have me go to wardt, * They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement. 'Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come amain, [Exit Buckingham. *To say, if that the bastard boys of York * Shall be the surety for their traitor father. * York. O blood-spotted Neapolitan, * Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge; 'The sons of York, thy betters in their birth, 'Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those 'That for my surety will refuse the boys. Enter Edward and Richard Plantagenet, with forces, at one side; at the other, with forces also, Old Clifford and his Son. * See, where they come; I'll warrant they'll make it good. * Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their bail. Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the king! + Custody, confinement. [Kneels. |