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Enter King Henry, attended.
• K. Hen. Buekingham, doth York intend no SCENE I.--The same. Fields between Dartford
harm to us, and Blackheath. The King's camp on one side. • That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? On the other, enter York allended, with drum * York. In all submission and humility, and colours : his forces at some distance. * York doth present himself unto your highness. • York. From Ireland thus comes York, to claim
* K. Hen. Then what intend these forces thou his right,
dost bring ? * And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head :
• York. To heave the traitor Somerset from • Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright,
hence; • To entertain great England's lawful king.
And fight against that monstrous rebel, Cade, Ah, sancta majestas! who would not buy thee dear?
• Who since I heard to be discomfited. • Let them obey, that know not how to rule ;
Enter Iden, with Cade's head. • This hand was made to handle nought but gold: • Iden. If one so rude, and of so mean condition, •I cannot give due action to my words,
May pass into the presence of a king, • Except a sword or sceptre balance it,
Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head, • A sceptre shall it have, have I a soul ;
The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew. • On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France. • K. Hen. The head of Cade?-Great God, how Enter Buckingham.
just art thou! • Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me?
O, let me view his visage, being dead,
That living wrought me such exceeding trouble. • The king hath sent him, sure : I must dissemble. • Buck. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee
Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew him?
Iden. I was, an't like well.
your majesty • York. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy
• K. Hen. How art thou call?d?nd what is thy
• Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name; * Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure ? * Buck. A messenger from Henry, our dread liege,
A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king.
* Buck. So please • To know the reason of these arms in peace;
you, iny lord, 'twere not
amiss • Or why, thou-being a subject as I
* He were created knight for his good service. • Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn, *K. Hen. Iden, kneel down. (He kneels.] Rise • Should'st raise so great a power without his leave, • Or dare to bring thy force so near the court.
up a knight.
We give thee for reward a thousand marks; • York. Scarce can I speak, my choler) * And will, that thou henceforth attend on us. is so great.
• Iden. May Iden live to merit such a bounty, 0, I could hew up rocks, and fight with
And never live but true unto his liege! flint,
• K. Hen. See, Buckingham! Somerset comes. • I am so angry at these abject terms;
with the queen ; • And now, like Ajax Telamonius,
'Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. • On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury! Aside. • I am far better born than is the king;
Enter Queen Margaret and Somerset. • More like a king, more kingly in my
.Q. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide thoughts :
his head, • But I must make fair weather yet a while, * But boldly stand, and front him to his face. • Till Henry be more weak, and I more
• York. How now! Is Somerset at liberty ? strong.
• Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison'd thoughts, O Buckingham, I prythee, pardon me, * And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart. • That I have given no answer all this while; * Shall I endure the sight of Somerset?
My mind was troubled with deep melancholy. • False king! why hast thou broken faith with me, • The cause why I have brought this army hither, Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse ? • Is--to remove proud Somerset from the king, King did I call thee? no, thou art not king; • Seditious to his grace, and to the state.
Not fit to govern and rule multitudes, • Buck. That is too much presumption on thy || Which dar'st not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor. part:
"That head of thine doth not become a crown; . But if thy arms be to no other end,
Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff, • The king hath yielded unto thy demand; * And not to grace an awful princely sceptre. • The duke of Somerset is in the Tower.
That gold must round engirt these brows of mine; York. Upon thine honour, is he prisoner? • Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear, Buck, Upon mine honour, he is prisoner. • Is able with the change to kill and cure. • York. Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my
• Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up, powers. --
* And with the same to act controlling laws. Soldiers, I thank you all : disperse yourselves; Give place; by heaven, thou shalt rule no more • Meet me to-morrow in Saint George's field, 1. O'er him, whom heaven created for thy ruler. • You shall have pay, and every thing you wish. • Som. O monstrous traitor!-I arrest thee, York, * And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry, * Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown: * Command my eldest son,-nay, all my sons,
* Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace. * As pledges of my fealty and love,
* York. Would'st have me kneel? first let me * I'll send them all as willing as I live;
ask of these, * Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have * If they can brook I bow a knee to man. * Is his to use, so Somerset may die.
* Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail ; • Buck. York, I commend this kind submission:
(Exit an attendant. • We twain will go into his highness' tent. * I know, ere they will have me go to ward2 (1) i. e. Balance my hand.
(2) Custody, confinement,
* They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchise- 11 * Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son ! ment.
* What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian, "Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come * And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles? amain,
* 0, where is faith? O, where is loyalty ? * To say, if that the bastard boys of York * If it be banish'd from the frosty head, * Shall be the surety for their traitor father. * Where shall it find a harbour in the earth?
* York. O blood-bespotted Neapolitan, * Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war, * Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge! * And shame thine honourable age with blood ? * The sons of York, thy betters in their birth, * Why art thou old, and want'st experience • Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those * Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it? • That for my surety will refuse the boys.
* For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me,
* That bows unto the grave with mickle age. Enter Edward and Richard Plantagenet, with
* Sal. My lord, I have considered with myself forces, at one side; at the other, with forces also, || * The title of this most renowned duke; Old Clifford and his son.
* And in my conscience do repute his grace * See, where they come; I'll warrant they'll make * The rightful heir to England's royal seat. it good.
* K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto * Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their bail.
* Sal. I have. *Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the * K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for
such an oath? • York. I thank thee, Clifford : Say, what news * Sal. It is great sin, to swear unto a sin; with thee?
* But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath. Nay, do not fright us with an angry look : * Who can be bound by any solemn vow • We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again; * To do a murderous deed, to rob a man, • For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.
* To force a spotless virgin's chastity, Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mistake ; * To reave the orphan of his patrimony, • But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do :- * To wring the widow from her custom'd right; * To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad? * And have no other reason for this wrong, • K. Hen. Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious * But that he was bound by a solemn oath? humour
Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister. • Makes him oppose himself against his king. .K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm *Clif. He is a traitor ; let him to the Tower,
himself. . And chop away that factious pate of his.
* York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends 2. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey;
thou hast, sons,
he says, shall give their words for him. · I am resolv'd for death, or dignity. • York. Will you not, sons?
*Clif. The first, I warrant thee, if dreams prove Edw. Ay, noble father, if our words will serve.
true. • Rich. And if words will not, then our weapons • War. You were best to go to bed, and dream shall.
again, * Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we To keep thee from the tempest of the field. here!
Clif. I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm, * York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so ; || Than any thou canst conjure up to-day; *I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor. And that I'll write upon thy burgonet, * Call hither to the stake my two brave bears, Might I but know thee by thy household badge. * That, with the very shaking of their chains, War. Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's * They may astonish these fell lurking curs;
crest, * Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me. The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff, Drums. Enter Warwick and Salisbury, with|| (As on a mountain-top the cedar shows,
This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,3 forces.
That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,) · Clif. Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears Even to aftright thee with the view thereof. to death,
Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, • And manacle the bear-ward2 in their chains, And tread it under foot with all contempt, • If thou dar'st bring them to the baiting-place. Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear.
* Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur • Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father, * Run back and bite, because he was withheld; • To quell the rebels, and their 'complices. * Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw, Rich. Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in spite, * Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs, and cry'd : For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night. * And such a piece of service will
• Ý. Clif. Foul stigmatic, 4 that's more than thou If you oppose yourselves to match lord Warwick.
canst tell. *Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested • Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in lump,
(Exeunt severally. * As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!
* York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon. SCENE II.-Saint Albans. Alarums: Excur* Clif. Take heed, lest by your
War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls! * K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear, to bow?
Now,--when the angry trumpet sounds alarm, * Old Salisbury,-shame to thy silver hair, And dead men's cries do fill the empty air,
(1) The Nevils, earls of Warwick, had a bear (3) Helmet. and ragged staff for their crest,
(4) One on whom nature has set a mark of de (2) Bear-keeper.
formity, a stigma.
Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me! * Meet I an infant of the house of York,
* In cruelty will I seek out my fame.
Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house; How now, my noble lord? what, all a-foot?
[Taking up the body. • York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my
· As did Æneas old Anchises bear, steed;
* So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders; • But match to match I have encountered him,
* But then Æneas bare a living load, • And made a prey for carrion kites and crows * Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine. (Exit. Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well.
Enter Richard Plantagenet and Somerset, fightEnter Clifford.
ing, and Somerset is killed. · War. Of one or both of us the time is come.
Rich. So, lie thou there;York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other
• For, underneath an ale-house' paltry sign, chace,
The Castle in Saint Albans, Somerset
Hath made the wizard famous in his death.For I myself must hunt this deer to death. War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou
* Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still : fight'st.
* Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. [Exit. • As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,
Alarums: Excursions. Enter King Henry, Queen It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd.
Margaret, and others, retreating.
(Exit Warwick • Clif. What seest thou in me, York? Why dost Q. Mar. Away, my lord! you are slow; for thou pause?
shame, away! ‘York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love, * K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens? good • But that thou art so fast mine enemy.
Margaret, stay. *Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and
* Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll not esteem,
tight, nor fly : • But that 'tis shown ignobly, and in treason.
* Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, • York. So let it help me now against thy sword,
* To give the enemy way : and to secure us • As I in justice and true right express it!
* By what we can, which can no more but fly. • Clif. My soul and body on the action both!
(Alarum afar off • York. A dreadful lay !!-address thee instantly. * If you be ta’en, we then should see the bottom
[They fight, and Clifford falls. * Of all our fortunes: but if we haply 'scape Clif. La fin couronne les ouvres. (Dies. (As well we may, if not through your neglect,) York. Thus war hath given thee peace,
for * We shall to London get; where you are lov’d; thou art still.
* And where this breach, now in our fortunes made, • Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will ! * May readily be stopp'd.
Enter Young Clifford.
* Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mis* Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the
chief set, rout;
* I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly; * Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds * Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell, \ * Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts.6
* But fly you must; uncurable discomfit * Whom angry heavens do make their minister, * Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part
* Away, for your relief! and we will live
* To see their day, and them our fortune give: * Hot coals of vengeance !-Let no soldier fly : * He that is truly dedicate to war,
* Away, my lord, away!
(Exeunt. * Hath no self-love; nor he, that loves himself,
SCENE III.-Fields near Saint Albans. Alar. * Hath not essentially, but by circumstance,
um: Retreat. Flourish; then enter York, Rich* The name of valour.-0, let the vile world end,
ard Plantagenet, Warwick, and Soldiers, with [Seeing his dead father.
drum and colours. * And the premised2 flames of the last day * Knit earth and heaven together!
• York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him; * Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,
* That winter lion, who, in rage, forgets * Particularities and petty sounds
* Aged contusions and all brush of time ;? * To cease !3_-Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, * And, like a gallant in the brow of youth, * To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve4 * Repairs him with occasion ? this happy day * The silver livery of advised age;
* Is not itself, nor have we won one foot, * And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus * If Salisbury be lost. * To die in ruffian battle?-Even at this sight,
My noble father, * My heart is turn'd to stone: and, while 'tis . Three times to-day I holp him to his horse, mine,
• Three times bestrid him, thrice I led him off, * It shall be stony. York not our old men spares ;||Persuaded him from any further act: * No more will I their babes : tears virginal But still, where danger was, still there I met him; * Shall be to me even as the dew to fire;
* And like rich hangings in a homely house, * And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims, * So was his will in his old feeble body. * Shall to my flarning wrath be oil and flax. * But, noble as he is, look where he comes * Henceforth, I will not have to do with pity:
(6) For parties. (1) A dreadful wager; a tremendous stake. (7) i. e. The gradual detrition of time. (2) Sent before their time. (3) Stop.
(8) i. e. The height of youth: the brow of a hill (4) Obtain. (5) Considerate.
Jis its summit.
“For, as I hear, the king is fled to London,
* To call a present court of parliament. • Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought
* Let us pursue him, ere the writs
- What says lord Warwick ? shail we after them? • By the mass, so did we all.— I thank you, Richard:
War. After them! nay, before them, if we can. God knows, how long it is I have to live; • And it hath pleas'd him, that three times to-day || Saint Albans' battle, won by famous York,
Now, by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day : • You have defended me from imminent death.
Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come. * Well, lords, we have not got that which we have:? | Sound, drums and trumpets ;—and to London all: * 'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled,
And more such days as these to us befall! * Being opposites of such repairing nature.3
[Exeunt. • York. I know, our safety is to follow them:
(3) i. e. Being enemies that are likely so soon to (2) i. e. We have not secured that which we || rally and recover themselves from this defeat. bave acquired.