1 6 Except a sword, or sceptre, balance it.1 6 A sceptre shall it have, have I a soul, 2 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. 6 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, Shouldst 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 6 great. O, I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint, I am so angry at these abject terms; And now, like Ajax Telamonius, On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury! · More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts: • But I must make fair weather yet awhile, 6 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 Aside. My mind was troubled with deep melancholy. 1 i. e. balance my hand. 2 York means to say, "If I have a soul, my hand shall not be without a sceptre." Buck. That is too much presumption on thy part. But if thy arms be to no other end, Buck. Upon mine honor, he is prisoner. York. Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my powers. 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, * I'll send them all as willing as I live; '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. 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. 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 called? 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. 6 K. Hen. Iden, kneel down; [He kneels.] rise up a knight. 'We give thee for reward a thousand marks; 6 6 6 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! 'K. Hen. See, Buckingham! Somerset comes with the queen. Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. 6 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-imprisoned 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 sceptre. '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. 'Som. O, monstrous traitor!-I arrest thee, York, 'Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown. * Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace. * York. Wouldst 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 ward, * They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement. 6 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. * Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge! 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! [Kneels. 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; 6 Clif. This is my king, York; I do not mistake; But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do. 'To Bedlam' with him! Is the man grown mad? K. Hen. Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious humor 'Makes him oppose himself against his king. 6 Clif. He is a traitor; let him to the Tower, And chop away that factious pate of his. 6 Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey; His sons, he says, shall give their words for him. · York. Will you not, sons? Edw. Ay, noble father, if our words will serve. • Rich. And if words will not, then our weapons * shall. Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we here! * York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so; *I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.'Call hither to the stake my two brave bears,2 * That, with the very shaking of their chains, * They may astonish these fell lurking curs. * Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me. Drums. Enter WARWICK and SALISBURY, with Forces. Clif. Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to • And manacle the bearward in their chains, 1 This has been thought an anachronism; but Stowe shows that it is not:-"Next unto the parish of St. Buttolph is a fayre inne for receipt of travellers; then an hospitall of S. Mary of Bethlehem, founded by Simon Fitz-Mary, one of the Sheriffes of London, in the yeare 1246. He founded it to have beene a priorie of cannons with brethren and sisters, and king Edward the Thirde granted a protection, which I have seene, for the brethren Miliciæ beatæ Mariæ de Bethlem, within the citie of London, the 14th yeare of his raigne. It was an hospitall for distracted people.”—Sur 2 The Nevils, earls of Warwick, had a bear and ragged staff for their crest. |