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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

degree? greeting.

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,

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* 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



Enter Warwick.

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.

you do,

Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me! * Meet I an infant of the house of York,
Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland, * Into as many gobbets will I cut it,
Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms. * As wild Medea young Absyrtus did :
Enter 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.
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,

· Rich.

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.

forth :

Enter Salisbury.

“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

go to-day;

- 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.

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