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head ere they have it; men fhall hold of me in Capite. And we charge and command, that their wives be as free as heart can wish, or tongue can tell.

Dick. My lord, when fhall we go to Cheapfide, and take up commodities upon our bills? Cade. Marry, prefently.

All, O brave!

Enter one with the beads.

Cade. But is not this braver? Let them kifs one ano`ther; for they lov'd well when they were alive: Now part them again, left they confult about the giving up of fome more towns in France. Soldiers, defer the spoil of the City until night; for with these borne before us, instead of maces, will we ride through the streets, and at every corner have them kifs. Away. [Exeunt.

SCENE changes to Southwark.

Alarum, and Retreat. Enter again Cade, and all bis

Rabblement.

Cade. and knock down; throw them into Thames. u [A Parley founded.

P Fish-street, down St. Magnus Corner, kill

What noife is this I hear?

Dare any be fo bold to found retreat or parley,
When I command them kill?

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Enter Buckingham and old Clifford, attended.

Buck. Ay, here they be that dare and will disturb thee: Know, Cade, we come Ambaffadors from the King Unto the Commons, whom thou haft mif-led; And here pronounce free pardon to them All, That will forfake thee, and go home in peace. : Clif. What fay ye, Country-men, will ye relent, And yield to mercy, whilft 'tis offer'd you,

Or

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Or let a rabble lead you to your deaths?

Who loves the King, and will embrace his Pardon,
Fling up his cap, and fay, God fave his Majefty!
Who hateth him, and honours not his father,
Henry the fifth, that made all France to quake,
Shake he his weapon at us, and pass by.

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 should leave me at the White-bart in 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 houses over your heads, ravish your wives and daughters before your faces. For me, I will make fhift for one, and fo God's curfe light upon you all!

All. We'll follow Cade, we'll follow Cade.
Clif. Is Cade the fon of Henry the fifth,
That thus you do exclaim, you'll go with him?
Will he conduct you through the heart of France,
And make the meaneft of you Earls and Dukes?
Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to:
Nor knows he how to live, but by the spoil;
Unless by robbing of your friends and us.
Were't not a shame, that, whilft you live at jar,
The fearful French, whom you late vanquished,
Should make a ftart o'er feas, and vanquish you
Methinks, already in this civil broil

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I fee them lording it in London ftreets,
Crying, Villageois! unto all they meet.
Better, ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry;
Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman's mercy.
To France, to France, and get what you have loft;
Spare England, for it is your native Coast.
Henry hath mony, you are ftrong and manly:
God on our fide, doubt not of victory,

All.

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 furprize mé. 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 refolution in me, but only my followers base and ignominious treafons, 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 devife a mean
To reconcile you All unto the King.

[Exeunt omnes.

SCENE, the Palace at Killingworth.

Sound trumpets. Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, and Somerfet on the Terras.

K. Henry.

AS ever King that joy'd an earthly throne,

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And could command no more content than I?
No fooner was I crept out of my cradle,
But I was made a King at nine months old:
Was never Subject long'd to be a King,
As I do long and wifh to be a Subject.

Enter Buckingham and Clifford.

Buck. Health, and glad tidings to your Majefty! K. Henry. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade furpriz'd?

Or is he but retir'd to make him ftrong?

Enter

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 Highness' doom of life or death.

K. Henry. Then, heav'n, fet ope thy everlasting gates,
To entertain my vows of thanks and praise.
Soldiers, this day have you redeem'd your lives,
And fhew'd how well you love your Prince and Country:
Continue ftill in this fo good a mind,

And Henry, though he be unfortunate,
Affure your felves, will never be unkind:
And fo with thanks, and Pardon to you all,
I do difmifs you to your feveral countries.
All. God fave the King! God fave the King!

Enter Messenger.

Mef. Please it your Grace to be advertised,
The Duke of York is newly come from Ireland;
And with a puiffant and mighty pow'r
Of Gallow-glaffes and ftout Kernes,
Is marching hitherward in proud array :
And ftill proclaimeth as he comes along,
His Arms are only to remove from thee

The Duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traitor.
K. Henry. Thus ftands my ftate 'twixt Cade and York
diftreft,

Like to a fhip, that, having 'fcap'd a tempeft,

Is ftraitway calm'd and boarded with a pirate. (19)

(19) Is ftraightway claim'd, and boarded with a pirate.] I doubt not but my Readers will agree, that I have reftor'd to the Text its true Reading. After the violent Working of a Tempeft, the Sea is, for the most part, totally becalm'd. Befides, with Allufion to the King's Affairs, the Tempeft of Cade's Rebellion was just blown over; the State was in a Calm, by that Infurrection being quieted and immediately York, like an ufurp ing Pirate, comes to feize the Veffel of Government. And again, which heightens the Juftnefs of the Metaphor, a Calm is the most usual Occafion of that Misfortune of being taken by Pirates; which, by the Ufe of the Sails, they might otherwise escape. The Oldeft folio Edition led me to this Emendation, where we find it Is ftrait way calme: and the 3d Fol. Impreffion, as I have obferv'd fince, anticipates my Correction.

But now is Cade driv'n back, his men difpers'd;
And now is York in arms to fecond him.

I pray thee, Buckingham, go and meet with him,
And ask him what's the reafon of these arms:
Tell him, I'll fend Duke Edmund to the Tower;
And, Somerset, we will commit thee thither,
Until his army be difmift from him.
Som. My lord,

I'll yield my felf to prifon willingly,
Or unto death, to do my country good.

K. Henry. In any cafe be not too rough in terms,
For he is fierce and cannot brook hard language.
Buck. Lwill, my lord; and doubt not fo to deal,
As all things fhall redound unto your Good. [better,
K. Henry. Come, wife, let's in, and learn to govern
For yet may England curfe my wretched Reign. [Exeunt.

Cade.

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SCENE, a Garden in Kent.

Enter Jack Cade.

IE on ambitions; fie on my felf, that have a fword, and yet am ready to famish. These five days have I hid me in these 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, I could ftay no longer. Wherefore on a brick-wall have I climb'd into this garden to fee if I can eat grafs, or pick a fallet another while, which is not amifs 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 instead 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?

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