And fent the ragged foldiers wounded home.
The princely Warwick, and the Nevils all,-

Whofe dreadful fwords were never drawn in vain,-
As hating thee, are' rifing up in arms:

And now the houfe of York-thruft from the crown,
By shameful murder of a guiltless king,

And lofty proud encroaching tyranny,

Burns with revenging fire; whofe hopeful colours
'Advance our half-fac'd fun, ftriving to shine,
Under the which is writ-Invitis nubibus.
The commons here in Kent are up in arms:
And, to conclude, reproach, and beggary,
Is crept into the palace of our king,

And all by thee:-Away! convey him hence.
Suf. O that I were a god, to fhoot forth thunder
Upon these paltry, fervile, abject drudges !

Small things make base men proud: this villain here,
Being captain of a pinnace, threatens more
Than Bargulus the ftrong Illyrian pirate.
Drones fuck not eagles' blood, but rob bee-hives.
It is impoffible, that I fhould die

By fuch a lowly vaffal as thyfelf.

Thy words move rage, and not remorfe, in me:

I

go

of meffage from the queen to France; I charge thee, waft me fafely cross the channel. Cap. Walter,

Wit. Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy death. Suf. Gelidus timor occupat artus:-'tis thee I fear. Whit. Thou shalt have caufe to fear, before I leave thee. What, are ye daunted now? now will ye ftoop?

1 Gent. My gracious lord, entreat him, fpeak him fair. Suf. Suffolk's imperial tongue is ftern and rough,

Advance our balf-fac'd fun,]-Exhibit the fame device as our veffel. * Bardylis.

Us'd

Us'd to command, untaught to plead for favour.
Far be it, we should honour fuch as these
With humble fuit: no, rather let my head
Stoop to the block, than these knees bow to any,
Save to the God of heaven, and to my king;
And fooner dance upon a bloody pole,
Than ftand uncover'd to the vulgar groom.
True nobility is exempt from fear :--
More can I bear, than you dare execute.

Cap. Hále him away, and let him talk no more,
Suf. Come, foldiers, fhew what cruelty ye can,
That this my death may never be forgot!--
Great men oft die by vile 'bezonians :

m

A Roman fworder and banditto slave

Murder'd fweet Tully; Brutus' bastard hand
Stabb'd Julius Cæfar; favage iflanders,
Pompey the great; and Suffolk dies by pirates.

[Exit Walter Whitmore, with Suffolk,
Cap. And as for these whofe ranfom we have fet,
It is our pleasure, one of them depart :-
Therefore come you with us, and let him go.

[Exit Captain, with all but the firft Gentleman.

Re-enter Whitmore, with Suffolk's body.
Whit. There let his head and lifeless body lie,
Until the queen his mistress bury it.

1 Gent. O barbarous and bloody fpectacle !
His body will I bear unto the king:
If he revenge it not, yet will his friends;
So will the queen, that living held him dear.

[Exit. Whit.

[Exit.

SCENE

SCENE II.

Another part of Kent.

Enter George Bevis and John Holland.

Bevis. Come, and get thee a fword, though made of a lath; they have been up thefe two days.

Hol. They have the more need to fleep now then. Bevis. I tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier means to dress the commonwealth, and turn it, and fet a new nap upon it. Hol. So he had need, for 'tis thread-bare. Well, I fay, it was never merry world in England, fince gentlemen came up.

Bevis. O miferable age! Virtue is not regarded in handycrafts-men.

Hol. The nobility think scorn to go in leather apron's. Bevis. Nay more, the king's council are no good work

men.

Hol. True; And yet it is faid,-Labour in thy vocation which is as much to fay as,-let the magiftrates be labouring men; and therefore fhould we be magiftrates.

Bevis. Thou haft hit it: for there's no better fign of a brave mind, than a hard hand.

Hol. I fee them! I fee them! There's Beft's fon, the tanner of Wingham.

Bevis. He fhall have the skins of our enemies, to make dog's leather of.

Hol. And Dick the butcher,

Bevis. Then is fin ftruck down like an ox, and iniquity's throat cut like a calf.

Hol. And Smith the weaver :

Bevis. Argo, their thread of life is fpun.
Hol. Come, come, let's fall in with them.

Drum.

Drum. Enter Cade, Dick the butcher, Smith the weaver, and a fawyer, with infinite numbers.

Cade. We John Cade, so term'd of our supposed father, for our enemies "fhall fall before us ;

Dick. Or rather of ftealing a cade of herrings. [Afide. Cade. Infpired with the fpirit of putting down kings and princes.

-Command filence.

Dick. Silence!

Cade. My father was a Mortimer,

Dick. He was an honeft man, and a good bricklayer.

Cade. My mother a Plantagenet,

Dick. I knew her well, fhe was a midwife.

Cade. My wife defcended of the Lacies,

[Afide.

[Afide.

Dick. She was, indeed, a pedlar's daughter, and fold

many laces.

[Afide.

[Afide.

Smith. But, now of late, not able to travel with her furr'd pack, she washes bucks here at home. Cade. Therefore am I of an honourable house. Dick. Ay, by my faith: the field is honourable; and there was he born, under a hedge; for his father had never a house, but the cage.

Cade. Valiant I am.

[Afide.

Smith. 'A muft needs; for beggary is valiant. [Afide. Cade. I am able to endure much.

Dick. No question of that; for I have seen him whipp'd three market days together.

Cade. I fear neither fword nor fire.

fball fall-alluding to his name Cade, from cado, to fall.

a cade of herrings.]—a barrel.

P furr'd pack,]-made of skin, with the hair outward.

9 valiant-turdy.

[Afide.

Smith. He need not fear the fword, for his coat is 'of proof. [Afide.

Dick. But, methinks, he should stand in fear of fire, being fo often burnt i'the hand for ftealing of sheep. [Afide. Cade. Be brave then; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There fhall be, in England, seven half-penny loaves fold for a penny the three-hoop'd pot shall have ten hoops; and I will make it felony, to drink small beer all the realm fhall be in common, and in Cheapfide fhall my palfry go to grafs. And, when I am king, (as king I will be)

All. God fave your majesty!

Cade. I thank you, good people:-there fhall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers, and worship me their lord.

Dick. The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.

Cade. Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb fhould be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man? Some fay, the bee ftings: but I fay, 'tis the bee's wax; for I did but feal once to a thing, and I was never my own man fince. How now? who's there?

Enter fome, bringing in the clerk of Chatham.

Smith. The clerk of Chatham: he can write and read, and caft accompt.

Cade. O monftrous!

Smith. We took him fetting of boys copies.

Cade. Here's a villain!

Smith. H'as a book in his pocket, with red letters in't. Cade. Nay, then he is a conjurer.