* Like to a ship, that, having scap'd a tempest, Is straightway calm'd and boarded with a pirate: * But now is Cade driven back, his men dispers'd; * And now is York in arms to second him. * I pray thee, Buckingham, go forth and meet him; * And ask him, what's the reason of these arms. * Tell him, I'll send duke Edmund to the Tower;* And, Somerset, we will commit thee thither, * Until his army be dismiss'd from him. * Som. My lord, * I'll yield myself to prison willingly, * Or unto death, to do my country good. * K. Hen. In any case, be not too rough in terms; * For he is fierce, and cannot brook hard language. * Buck. I will, my lord; and doubt not so to deal, * As all things shall redound unto your good. *K. Hen. Come, wife, let's in, and learn to govern better; * For yet may England curse my wretched reign. [Exeunt. SCENE X. Kent. Iden's Garden. Enter CADe. * Cade. Fye on ambition! fye on myself; that * have a sword, and yet am ready to famish! These * five days have I hid me in these woods; and durst * not peep out, for all the country is lay'd for me; * but now am I so hungry, that if I might have a * lease of my life for a thousand years, I could stay 9 Only just now. no longer. Wherefore, on a brick-wall have I * climbed into this garden; to see if I can eat grass, * or pick a sallet another while, which is not amiss * to cool a man's stomach this hot weather. And, I I think, this word sallet was born to do me good: * * for, many a time, but for a sallet,' my brain-pan * had been cleft with a brown bill; and, many a * time, when I have been dry, and bravely marching, it hath served me instead of a quart-pot to * drink in; and now the word sallet must serve me to feed on. * Enter IDEN, with Servants. Iden. Lord, who would live turmoiled in the court, And may enjoy such quiet walks as these? 'This small inheritance, my father left me, 'Contenteth me, and is worth a monarchy. 'I seek not to wax great by others' waning; 'Or gather wealth, I care not with what envy; Sufficeth, that I have maintains my state, 'And sends the poor well pleased from my gate. 'Cade. Here's the lord of the soil come to seize 'me for a stray, for entering his fee-simple without 'leave. Ah, villain, thou wilt betray me, and get a thousand crowns of the king for carrying my 'head to him; but I'll make thee eat iron like an ostrich, and swallow my sword like a great pin, ere 'thou and I part. 'Iden. Why, rude companion, whatsoe'er thou be, 'I know thee not; Why then should I betray thee? A kind of helmet. < Is't not enough, to break into my garden, And, like a thief, to come to rob my grounds, ▾ Climbing my walls in spite of me the owner, But thou wilt brave me with these saucy terms? Cade. Brave thee? ay, by the best blood that ever was broached, and beard thee too. Look on me well: I have eat no meat these five days; yet, come thou and thy five men, and if I do not leave you all as dead as a door nail, I pray God, I may never eat grass more. Iden. Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while England stands, That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent, Oppose thy stedfast-gazing eyes to mine, See if thou canst outface me with thy looks. 'Set limb to limb, and thou art far the lesser ; Thy hand is but a finger to my fist; Thy leg a stick, compared with this truncheon, My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast ; ‹ And if mine arm be heaved in the air, Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth. 'As for more words, whose greatness answers words, 'Let this my sword report what speech forbears. * Cade. By my valour, the most complete cham*pion that ever I heard. Steel, if thou turn the edge, or cut not out the burly-boned clown in 'chines of beef ere thou sleep in thy sheath, I be'seech God on my knees, thou mayest be turned to hobnails. [They fight. CADE falls.] O, I am slain ! · famine, and no other, hath slain me: let ten thou'sand devils coine against me, and give me but the 'ten meals I have lost, and I'd defy them all. 'Wither, garden; and be henceforth a burying'place to all that do dwell in this house, because the 'unconquered soul of Cade is fled. • Iden. Is't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous traitor? 'Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed, To emblaze the honour that thy master got. 'Cade. Iden, farewell; and be proud of thy vic'tory: Tell Kent from me, she hath lost her best man, and exhort all the world to be cowards; for I, that never feared any, am vanquished by famine, ' not by valour. [Dies. * Iden. How much thou wrong'st me,2 heaven be my judge. * Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare thee! * And as I thrust thy body in with my sword, [Exit, dragging out the Body. 2i. e. In supposing that I am proud of my victory. ACT V. SCENE I. The same. Fields between Dartford and Blackheath. The King's Camp on one side. On the other, enter YORK attended, with Drum and Colours: his Forces at some distance. York. From Ireland thus comes York, to claim his right, 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 scepter, balance it.3 'A scepter shall it have, have I a soul; '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. 'Buck. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well. 1 York. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting. Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure? 3 . . Balance my hand. |