Art thou a meffenger, or come of pleasure? York. Scarce can I speak, my choler is fo great. On fheep or oxen could I spend my fury. [Afide. Buck. That is too much prefumption on thy part; But if thy arms be to no other end, The King hath yielded unto thy demand: The Duke of Somerfet is in the Tower. York. Upon thine honour is he a prifoner? York. Then, Buckingham, I do difmifs my powers. I'll fend them all as willing as I live; Buck. York, I commend this kind fubmiffion, [Exeunt SCENE SCENE changes to the King's Pavilion. Enter King Henry, and Attendants. Re-enter Buckingham and York, attended. K. Henry. Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us, That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? York. In all fubmiffion and humility, York doth prefent himself unto your Highness. K. Henry. Then what intend these forces thou doft bring? York. To heave 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, Lo, I prefent your Grace a traitor's head; The head of Cade, whom 1 in combat flew. K. Henry. The head of Cade? great God! how just O, let me view his vifage being dead, [art thou K. Henry. How art thou call'd? and what is thy degree? A poor Efquire of Kent, that loves the King. Buck. So please it you, my Lord, 'twere not amifs K. Henry. Iden kneel down! rife up a Knight; Enter Queen Margaret and Somerfet.. K. Hen. See Buckingham, Somerfet comes with the Queen; Go, bid her hide him quickly from the Duke. Q. Mar. For thoufand Yorks he shall not hide his head, But boldly ftand and front him to his face. York. York. How now? is Somerfet at liberty? Then, York, unloofe thy long imprifon'd thoughts, Falfe King! why haft thou broken faith with me, Which durft not, no, nor canft 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; (20) I know, ere they will let me go to ward, (20) Would't have me kneel? first, let me afk of thefe, If they can brook I bow a knee to man. Sirrah, call in my fons to be my bail.] As thefe lines have hitherto ftood, I think the fenfe perplexed and obfcure. I have ventured to tranfpofe them, and make a flight alteration, by the advice of my ingenious friend Mr. Warburton, Shall Shall be their father's bail, and bale to thofe (21) Enter Edward and Richard. See, where they come; I'll warrant, they'll make it good. Enter Clifford. Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their bail. Clif. Health and all happirefs to my Lord the King! York. I thank thee, Clifford; say, what news with thee? Nay, do not fright us with an angry look: We are thy Sovereign, Clifford, kneel again; Cliff. This is my King, York, I do not mistake; To Bedlam with him, is the man grown mad? K. Henry. Ay, Clifford, a Bedlam and ambitious humou 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 arrested, but will not obey: His fons, he fays, hall 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 shall 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 stake my two brave bears, That with the very shaking of their chains (21) Shall be their father's bail, and bane to thofe.] Confidering, how our author loves to play on words fimilar in their found, but oppofite in their fignification, I make no doubt but I have here reftored his genuine reading. Bale (from whence our common adjective, baleful) fignifies detriment, ruin, misfortune, &c. We meet with this word again in Locrine, a play afcribed to our author, and printed above 20 years before his death. Yea, with thefe eyes thou haft feen her, and therefore pull them out, for they will work thy bale. But I fhall have occafion to enlarge my authorities for its ufage, when come to Coriglanys. They They may aftonish these fell-lurking curs: Enter the Earl of Warwick and Salisbury. Clif. Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to death, And manacle the bearward 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 If you oppofe yourfelves to match Lord Warwick. York. Nay, we fhall heat you thoroughly anon. Thou mad mif-leader of thy brain-fick fon, What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian, The rightful heir to England's royal feat. K. Henry. Haft thou not sworn allegiance unto me? Sal. I have. [an oath ? K. Henry. Canft thou difpenfe with heav'n for fuch Sal. It is great fin to fwear unto a fin; But greater fin to keep a finful oath : Who |