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SCENE I.-The same. Fields between Dartford and


The King's Camp on one side. On the other, enter YORK

attended, with Drum and Colours: his Forces at some
York. From Ireland thus comes York, to claim his

And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head:
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 sceptre, balance it.
A sceptre shall it have, have I a soul;
On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France.

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

O, I could hew up rocks, and fight with fint,
I am so angry at these abject terms;
And now, like Ajax Telamonius,

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

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;
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 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

eldest son,-nay,


my sons,
As 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.

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

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 callid ? 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.
K. Hen. Iden, kneel down ; [He kneels.] Rise up a

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.
K. Hen. See, Buckingham ! Somerset comes with the

Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke.

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Q. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his

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 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,
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.
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 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. O blood-bespotted 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.


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. VOL. VIII.

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