To entertain great England's lawful king.

Ah, sanita 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 sceptre, balance it.
A sceptre shall it have, have I a soul;

On which I'll toss the fleur-de-luce of France.

Enter BUCKINGHAM.

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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.
Oh, I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint,
I am so angry at these abject terms;

And now, like Ajax Telamonius,

On sheep and oxen could I spend my fury!
I am far better born than is the king;
More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts:

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But

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,

That I have given no answer all this while;
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.

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Buck. That is too much presumption on thy part: But if thy arms be to no other end,

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The king hath yielded unto thy demand,
The duke of Somerset is in the Tower.
York. Upon thine honour, is he prisoner?
Buck. Upon mine honour, he is prisoner.
York. Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my pow-

ers.

Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves;
Meet me to-morrow in Saint George's field,
You shall have pay, and every thing you wish.
And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry,
Command my eldest son-nay, all my sons-
A's pledges of my fealty and love,

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.

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[Exeunt.

Enter

Enter King HENRY, and Attendants.

K. Henry. 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. Henry. Then what intend these forces thou dost

bring?

York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence; And fight against that monstrous rebel, Cade, Whom since I hear to be discomfited.

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,

The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew.

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K. Henry. The head of Cade?-Great God, how just art thou!—

O, let me view his visage being dead,

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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. Henry. How art thou call'd? and what is thy degree?

Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name;

A poor esquire of Kent, that loves the king.
Buck. So please it you, my lord, 'twere not amiss
He were created knight for his good service.

K. Henry.

K. Henry. Iden, kneel down; [he kneels.] Rise 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 such a bounty,
And never live but true unto his liege!

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K. Henry. See, Buckingham! Somerset comes with the queen;

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 ?—

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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 sceptre.
That gold must round engirt these brows of mine;
Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear,

Is able with the change to kill and cure.

Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up,
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And

And with the same to act controlling laws.
Give place; by heaven, thou shalt rule no more
O'er him, whom heaven created for thy ruler.

Som. O monstrous traitor !-I arrest thee, York, Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown: Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace.

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York. Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail... [Exit an Attendant. Wouldst have me kneel? first let me ask of these, If they can brook I bow a knee to man.I know, ere they will let me go to ward, They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement, Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come

amain,

To say, if that the bastard boys of York

Shall be the surety for their traitor father.

York. Oblood-bespotted Neapolitan,
Out-cast 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.

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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.