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The second Part of Henry the Sixt. Som. I humbly thanke your Royall Maiestie. Armorer. And I accept the Combat willingly. Peter.

Alas, my Lord, I cannot fight; for Gods sake

pitty my case: the spight of man preuayleth against me.

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O Lord haue mercy vpon me, I shall neuer be able to

fight a blow: O Lord my heart.

Humf. Sirrha, or you must fight, or else be hang'd. King.

Away with them to Prison: and the day of

Combat, shall be the last of. the. next moneth. Come

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Somerset, wee'le see thee sent away.

Flourish. Exeunt.
[Act 1, Scene 4] Enter the Witch, the two Priests, and Bullingbrooke. Hume.

Come my Masters, the Duchesse I tell you ex­

pects performance of your promises.

Bulling.

Master Hume, we are therefore prouided: will

her Ladyship behold and heare our Exorcismes?

Hume.
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I, what else? feare you not her courage.

Bulling.

I haue heard her reported to be a Woman of

an inuincible spirit: but it shall be conuenient, Master

Hume, that you be by her aloft, while wee be busie be­

low; and so I pray you goe in Gods Name, and leaue vs. Exit Hume.

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Mother Iordan, be you prostrate, and grouell on the

Earth; Iohn Southwell reade you, and let vs to our worke.

Enter Elianor aloft. Elianor.

Well said my Masters, and welcome all: To

this geere, the sooner the better.

Bullin. Patience, good Lady, Wizards know their times:
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Deepe Night, darke Night, the silent of the Night, The time of Night when Troy was set on fire, The time when Screech‑owles cry, and Bandogs howle, And Spirits walke, and Ghosts breake vp their Graues; That time best fits the worke we haue in hand.
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Madame, sit you, and feare not: whom wee rayse, Wee will make fast within a hallow'd Verge.
Here doe the Ceremonies belonging, and make the Circle, Bullingbrooke or Southwell reades; Coniouro te, &c. It Thunders and Lightens terribly: then the Spirit riseth. Spirit. Ad sum. Witch. Asmath, by the eternall God, Whose name and power thou tremblest at,
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Answere that I shall aske: for till thou speake, Thou shalt not passe from hence.
Spirit. Aske what thou wilt; that I had sayd, and done. Bulling. First of the King: What shall of him be­ come? Spirit. The Duke yet liues, that Henry shall depose:
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But him out‑liue, and dye a violent death.
Bulling. What fates await the Duke of Suffolke? Spirit. By Water shall he dye, and take his end. Bulling. What shall befall the Duke of Somerset? Spirit. Let him shun Castles,
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Safer shall he be vpon the sandie Plaines, Then where Castles mounted stand. Haue done, for more I hardly can endure.
Bulling.

Discend to Darknesse, and the burning Lake:

False fiend auoide.

Thunder and Lightning. Exit Spirit.

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Enter the Duke of Yorke and the Duke of Buckingham with their Guard, and breake in. Yorke.
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Lay hands vpon these Traytors, and their trash: Beldam I thinke we watcht you at an ynch. What Madame, are you there? the King & Commonweale Are deepely indebted for this peece of paines; My Lord Protector will, I doubt it not,
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See you well guerdon'd for these good deserts.
Elianor. Not halfe so bad as thine to Englands King, Iniurious Duke, that threatest where's no cause. Buck. True Madame, none at all: what call you this ? Away with them, let them be clapt vp close,
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And kept asunder: you Madame shall with vs. Stafford take her to thee. Wee'le see your Trinkets here all forth‑comming. All away.
Exit. Yorke. Lord Buckingham, me thinks you watcht her well:
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A pretty Plot, well chosen to build vpon. Now pray my Lord, let's see the Deuils Writ. What haue we here? Reades. The Duke yet liues, that Henry shall depose: But him out‑liue, and dye a violent death.
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Why this is iust, Aio Æacida Romanos vincere posso. Well, to the rest: Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolke? By Water shall he dye, and take his end. What shall betide the Duke of Somerset?
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Let him shunne Castles, Safer shall he be vpon the sandie Plaines, Then where Castles mounted stand. Come, come, my Lords, These Oracles are hardly attain'd,
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And hardly vnderstood. The King is now in progresse towards Saint Albones, With him, the Husband of this louely Lady: Thither goes these Newes, As fast as Horse can carry them:
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A sorry Breakfast for my Lord Protector.
Buck. Your Grace shal giue me leaue, my Lord of York, To be the Poste, in hope of his reward. Yorke. At your pleasure, my good Lord. Who's within there, hoe? Enter a Seruingman.
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Inuite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick To suppe with me to morrow Night. Away.
Exeunt.
[Act 2, Scene 1] Enter the King, Queene, Protector, Cardinall, and Suffolke, with Faulkners hallowing. Queene. Beleeue me Lords, for flying at the Brooke, I saw not better sport these seuen yeeres day: Yet by your leaue, the Winde was very high,
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And ten to one, old Ioane had not gone out.
King. But what a point, my Lord, your Faulcon made, And what a pytch she flew aboue the rest: To see how God in all his Creatures workes, Yea Man and Birds are fayne of climbing high. Suff.
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No maruell, and it like your Maiestie, My Lord Protectors Hawkes doe towre so well, They know their Master loues to be aloft, And beares his thoughts aboue his Faulcons Pitch.
Glost. My Lord, 'tis but a base ignoble minde,
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That mounts no higher then a Bird can sore.
Card. I The second Part of Henry the Sixt. Card. I thought as much, hee would be aboue the Cloud. Glost. I my Lord Cardinall, how thinke you by that? Were it not good your Grace could flye to Heauen? King. The Treasurie of euerlasting Ioy. Card.
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Thy Heauen is on Earth, thine Eyes & Thoughts Beat on a Crowne, the Treasure of thy Heart, Pernitious Protector, dangerous Peere, That Smooth'st it so with King and Common‑weale.
Glost. What, Cardinall?
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Is your Priest‑hood growne peremptorie ? Tantæne animis Cœlestibus iræ, Church‑men so hot? Good Vnckle hide such mallice: With such Holynesse can you doe it?
Suff. No mallice Sir, no more then well becomes
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So good a Quarrell, and so bad a Peere.
Glost. As who, my Lord? Suff. Why, as you, my Lord, An't like your Lordly Lords Protectorship. Glost. Why Suffolke, England knowes thine insolence. Queene.
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And thy Ambition, Gloster.
King. I prythee peace, good Queene, And whet not on these furious Peeres, For blessed are the Peace‑makers on Earth. Card. Let me be blessed for the Peace I make
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Against this prowd Protector with my Sword.
Glost. Faith holy Vnckle, would't were come to that. Card. Marry, when thou dar'st. Glost. Make vp no factious numbers for the matter, In thine owne person answere thy abuse. Card.
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I, where thou dar'st not peepe: And if thou dar'st, this Euening, On the East side of the Groue.
King. How now, my Lords? Card. Beleeue me, Cousin Gloster,
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Had not your man put vp the Fowle so suddenly, We had had more sport. Come with thy two‑hand Sword.
Glost. True Vnckle, are ye aduis'd? The East side of the Groue:
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Cardinall, I am with you.
King. Why how now, Vnckle Gloster? Glost. Talking of Hawking; nothing else, my Lord. Now by Gods Mother, Priest, Ile shaue your Crowne for this,
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Or all my Fence shall fayle.
Card.

Medice teipsum, Protector see to't well, protect

your selfe.

King. The Windes grow high, So doe your Stomacks, Lords:
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How irkesome is this Musick to my heart? When such Strings iarre, what hope of Harmony? I pray my Lords let me compound this strife.
Enter one crying a Miracle. Glost. What meanes this noyse? Fellow, what Miracle do'st thou proclayme? One.
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A Miracle, a Miracle.
Suffolke. Come to the King, and tell him what Mi­ racle. One. Forsooth, a blinde man at Saint Albones Shrine, Within this halfe houre hath receiu'd his sight, A man that ne're saw in his life before. King.
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Now God be prays'd, that to beleeuing Soules Giues Light in Darknesse, Comfort in Despaire.
Enter the Maior of Saint Albones, and his Brethren, bearing the man betweene two in a Chayre. Card. Here comes the Townes‑men, on Procession, To present your Highnesse with the man. King. Great is his comfort in this Earthly Vale,
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Although by his sight his sinne be multiplyed.
Glost. Stand by, my Masters, bring him neere the King, His Highnesse pleasure is to talke with him. King. Good‑fellow, tell vs here the circumstance, That we for thee may glorifie the Lord.
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What, hast thou beene long blinde, and now restor'd?
Simpc. Borne blinde, and't please your Grace. Wife. I indeede was he. Suff. What Woman is this? Wife. His Wife, and't like your Worship. Glost.
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Hadst thou been his Mother, thou could'st haue

better told.

King. Where wert thou borne? Simpc. At Barwick in the North, and't like your Grace. King. Poore Soule,
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Gods goodnesse hath beene great to thee: Let neuer Day nor Night vnhallowed passe, But still remember what the Lord hath done.
Queene. Tell me, good‑fellow, Cam'st thou here by Chance, or of Deuotion,
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To this holy Shrine?
Simpc. God knowes of pure Deuotion, Being call'd a hundred times, and oftner, In my sleep, by good Saint Albon: Who said; Symon, come; come offer at my Shrine,
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And I will helpe thee.
Wife. Most true, forsooth: And many time and oft my selfe haue heard a Voyce, To call him so. Card. What, art thou lame? Simpc.
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I, God Almightie helpe me.
Suff. How cam'st thou so? Simpc. A fall off of a Tree. Wife. A Plum‑tree, Master. Glost. How long hast thou beene blinde? Simpc.
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O borne so, Master.
Glost. What, and would'st climbe a Tree? Simpc. But that in all my life, when I was a youth. Wife. Too true, and bought his climbing very deare. Glost.

'Masse, thou lou'dst Plummes well, that would'st

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venture so.

Simpc.

Alas, good Master, my Wife desired some

Damsons, and made me climbe, with danger of my

Life.

Glost. A subtill Knaue, but yet it shall not serue:
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Let me see thine Eyes; winck now, now open them, In my opinion, yet thou seest not well.
Simpc.

Yes Master, cleare as day, I thanke God and

Saint Albones.

Glost.

Say'st thou me so: what Colour is this

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Cloake of?

Simpc.

Red Master, Red as Blood.

Glost.

Why that's well said: What Colour is my

Gowne of?

Simpc.

Black forsooth, Coale‑Black, as Iet.

King.
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Why then, thou know'st what Colour Iet is of?
Suff. And yet I thinke, Iet did he neuer see. Glost. But The second Part of Henry the Sixt. Glost. But Cloakes and Gownes, before this day, a many. Wife. Neuer before this day, in all his life. Glost. Tell me Sirrha, what's my Name? Simpc.
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Alas Master, I know not.
Glost. What's his Name? Simpc. I know not. Glost. Nor his? Simpc. No indeede, Master. Glost.
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What's thine owne Name?
Simpc. Saunder Simpcoxe, and if it please you, Master. Glost. Then Saunder, sit there, The lying'st Knaue in Christendome. If thou hadst beene borne blinde,
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Thou might'st as well haue knowne all our Names, As thus to name the seuerall Colours we doe weare. Sight may distinguish of Colours: But suddenly to nominate them all, It is impossible.
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My Lords, Saint Albone here hath done a Miracle: And would ye not thinke it, Cunning to be great, That could restore this Cripple to his Legges againe.
Simpc. O Master, that you could? Glost. My Masters of Saint Albones,
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Haue you not Beadles in your Towne, And Things call'd Whippes?
Maior. Yes, my Lord, if it please your Grace. Glost. Then send for one presently. Maior. Sirrha, goe fetch the Beadle hither straight. Exit. Glost.
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Now fetch me a stoole hither by and by.

Now Sirrha, if you meane to saue your selfe from Whip­

ping, leape me ouer this stoole, and runne away.

Simpc. Alas Master, I am not able to stand alone: You goe about to torture me in vaine. Enter a Beadle with Whippes. Glost.
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Well Sir, we must haue you finde your Legges.

Sirrha Beadle, whippe him till he leape ouer that same

Stoole.

Beadle. I will, my Lord. Come on Sirrha, off with your Doublet, quickly. Simpc.
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Alas Master, what shall I doe? I am not able to

stand.

After the Beadle hath hit him once, he leapes ouer the Stoole, and runnes away: and they follow, and cry, A Miracle. King. O God, seest thou this, and bearest so long? Queene. It made me laugh, to see the Villaine runne. Glost. Follow the Knaue, and take this Drab away. Wife.
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Alas Sir, we did it for pure need.
Glost. Let thē them be whipt through euery Market Towne, Till they come to Barwick, from whence they came. Exit. Card. Duke Humfrey ha's done a Miracle to day. Suff. True: made the Lame to leape and flye away. Glost.
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But you haue done more Miracles then I: You made in a day, my Lord, whole Townes to flye.
Enter Buckingham. King. What Tidings with our Cousin Buckingham? Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to vnfold: A sort of naughtie persons, lewdly bent,
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Vnder the Countenance and Confederacie Of Lady Elianor, the Protectors Wife, The Ring‑leader and Head of all this Rout, Haue practis'd dangerously against your state, Dealing with Witches and with Coniurers,
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Whom we haue apprehended in the Fact, Raysing vp wicked Spirits from vnder ground, Demanding of King Henries Life and Death, And other of your Highnesse Priuie Councell, As more at large your Grace shall vnderstand.
Card.
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And so my Lord Protector, by this meanes Your Lady is forth‑comming, yet at London. This Newes I thinke hath turn'd your Weapons edge; 'Tis like, my Lord, you will not keepe your houre.
Glost. Ambitious Church‑man, leaue to affict my heart:
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Sorrow and griefe haue vanquisht all my powers; And vanquisht as I am, I yeeld to thee, Or to the meanest Groome.
King. O God, what mischiefes work the wicked ones? Heaping confusion on their owne heads thereby. Queene.
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Gloster, see here the Taincture of thy Nest, And looke thy selfe be faultlesse, thou wert best.
Glost. Madame, for my selfe, to Heauen I doe appeale, How I haue lou'd my King, and Common‑weale: And for my Wife, I know not how it stands,
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Sorry I am to heare what I haue heard. Noble shee is: but if shee haue forgot Honor and Vertue, and conuers't with such, As like to Pytch, defile Nobilitie; I banish her my Bed, and Companie,
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And giue her as a Prey to Law and Shame, That hath dis‑honored Glosters honest Name.
King. Well, for this Night we will repose vs here: To morrow toward London, back againe, To looke into this Businesse thorowly,
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And call these foule Offendors to their Answeres; And poyse the Cause in Iustice equall Scales, Whose Beame stands sure, whose rightful cause preuailes.
Flourish. Exeunt.
[Act 2, Scene 2] Enter Yorke, Salisbury, and Warwick. Yorke. Now my good Lords of Salisbury & Warwick, Our simple Supper ended, giue me leaue,
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In this close Walke, to satisfie my selfe, In crauing your opinion of my Title, Which is infallible, to Englands Crowne.
Salisb. My Lord, I long to heare it at full. Warw. Sweet Yorke begin: and if thy clayme be good,
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The Neuills are thy Subiects to command.
Yorke. Then thus: Edward the third, my Lords, had Seuen Sonnes: The first, Edward the Black‑Prince, Prince of Wales; The second, Wiliam of Hatfield; and the third,
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Lionel, Duke of Clarence; next to whom, Was Iohn of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster; The fift, was Edmond Langley, Duke of Yorke; The sixt, was Thomas of Woodstock, Duke of Gloster; William of Windsor was the seuenth, and last.
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Edward the Black‑Prince dyed before his Father, And left behinde him Richard, his onely Sonne, Who after Edward the third's death, raign'd as King, Till Henry Bullingbrooke, Duke of Lancaster, The eldest Sonne and Heire of Iohn of Gaunt,
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Crown'd by the Name of Henry the fourth, Seiz'd on the Realme, depos'd the rightfull King, Sent his poore Queene to France, from whence she came, And The second Part of Henry the Sixt. And him to Pumfret; where, as all you know, Harmelesse Richard was murthered traiterously.
Warw.
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Father, the Duke hath told the truth; Thus got the House of Lancaster the Crowne.
Yorke. Which now they hold by force, and not by right: For Richard, the first Sonnes Heire, being dead, The Issue of the next Sonne should haue reign'd. Salisb.
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But William of Hatfield dyed without an Heire.
Yorke. The third Sonne, Duke of Clarence, From whose Line I clayme the Crowne, Had Issue Phillip, a Daughter, Who marryed Edmond Mortimer, Earle of March:
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Edmond had Issue, Roger, Earle of March; Roger had Issue, Edmond, Anne, and Elianor.
Salisb. This Edmond, in the Reigne of Bullingbrooke, As I haue read, layd clayme vnto the Crowne, And but for Owen Glendour, had beene King;
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Who kept him in Captiuitie, till he dyed. But, to the rest.
Yorke. His eldest Sister, Anne, My Mother, being Heire vnto the Crowne, Marryed Richard, Earle of Cambridge,
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Who was to Edmond Langley, Edward the thirds fift Sonnes Sonne; By her I clayme the Kingdome: She was Heire to Roger, Earle of March, Who was the Sonne of Edmond Mortimer,
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Who marryed Phillip, sole Daughter Vnto Lionel, Duke of Clarence. So, if the Issue of the elder Sonne Succeed before the younger, I am King.
Warw. What plaine proceedings is more plain then this?
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Henry doth clayme the Crowne from Iohn of Gaunt, The fourth Sonne, Yorke claymes it from the third: Till Lionels Issue fayles, his should not reigne. It fayles not yet, but flourishes in thee, And in thy Sonnes, faire slippes of such a Stock.
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Then Father Salisbury, kneele we together, And in this priuate Plot be we the first, That shall salute our rightfull Soueraigne With honor of his Birth‑right to the Crowne.
Both. Long liue our Soueraigne Richard, Englands King. Yorke.
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We thanke you Lords: But I am not your King, till I be Crown'd, And that my Sword be stayn'd With heart‑blood of the House of Lancaster: And that's not suddenly to be perform'd,
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But with aduice and silent secrecie. Doe you as I doe in these dangerous dayes, Winke at the Duke of Suffolkes insolence, At Beaufords Pride, at Somersets Ambition, At Buckingham, and all the Crew of them,
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Till they haue snar'd the Shepheard of the Flock, That vertuous Prince, the good Duke Humfrey: 'Tis that they seeke; and they, in seeking that, Shall finde their deaths, if Yorke can prophecie.
Salisb.

My Lord, breake we off; we know your minde

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at full.

Warw. My heart assures me, that the Earle of Warwick Shall one day make the Duke of Yorke a King. Yorke. And Neuill, this I doe assure my selfe, Richard shall liue to make the Earle of Warwick
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The greatest man in England, but the King.
Exeunt.
[Act 2, Scene 3] Sound Trumpets. Enter the King and State, with Guard, to banish the Duchesse. King. stand forth Dame Elianor Cobham, Glosters Wife: In sight of God, and vs, your guilt is great, Receiue the Sentence of the Law for sinne,
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Such as by Gods Booke are adiudg'd to death. You foure from hence to Prison, back againe; From thence, vnto the place of Execution: The Witch in Smithfield shall be burnt to ashes, And you three shall be strangled on the Gallowes.
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You Madame, for you are more Nobly borne, Despoyled of your Honor in your Life, Shall, after three dayes open Penance done, Liue in your Countrey here, in Banishment, With Sir Iohn Stanly, in the Ile of Man.
Elianor.
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Welcome is Banishment, welcome were my Death.
Glost. Elianor, the Law thou seest hath iudged thee, I cannot iustifie whom the Law condemnes: Mine eyes are full of teares, my heart of griefe. Ah Humfrey, this dishonor in thine age,
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Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground. I beseech your Maiestie giue me leaue to goe; Sorrow would sollace, and mine Age would ease.
King. stay Humfrey, Duke of Gloster, Ere thou goe, giue vp thy Staffe,
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Henry will to himselfe Protector be, And God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide, And Lanthorne to my feete: And goe in peace, Humfrey, no lesse belou'd, Then when thou wert Protetor to thy King.
Queene.
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I see no reason, why a King of yeeres Should be to be protected like a Child, God and King Henry gouerne Englands Realme: Giue vp your Staffe, Sir, and the King his Realme.
Glost. My Staffe? Here, Noble Henry, is my Staffe:
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As willingly doe I the same resigne, As ere thy Father Henry made it mine; And euen as willingly at thy feete I leaue it, As others would ambitiously receiue it. Farewell good King: when I am dead, and gone,
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May honorable Peace attend thy Throne.
Exit Gloster. Queene. Why now is Henry King, and Margaret Queen, And Humfrey, Duke of Gloster, scarce himselfe, That beares so shrewd a mayme: two Pulls at once; His Lady banisht, and a Limbe lopt off.
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This Staffe of Honor raught, there let it stand, Where it best fits to be, in Henries hand.
Suff. Thus droupes this loftie Pyne, & hangs his sprayes, Thus Elianors Pride dyes in her youngest dayes. Yorke. Lords, let him goe. Please it your Maiestie,
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This is the day appointed for the Combat, And ready are the Appellant and Defendant, The Armorer and his Man, to enter the Lists, So please your Highnesse to behold the fight.
Queene. I, good my Lord: for purposely therefore
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Left I the Court, to see this Quarrell try'de.
King. A Gods Name see the Lysts and all things fit, Here let them end it, and God defend the right. Yorke. I neuer saw a fellow worse bestead, Or more afraid to fight, then is the Appellant,
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The seruant of this Armorer, my Lords.
Enter The second Part of Henry the Sixt. Enter at one Doore the Armorer and his Neighbors, drinking to him so much, that hee is drunke; and he enters with a Drumme before him, and his staffe, with a Sand‑bagge fastened to it: and at the other Doore his Man, with a Drumme and Sand‑bagge, and Prentices drinking to him. 1. Neighbor.

Here Neighbour Horner, I drinke to you

in a Cup of Sack; and feare not Neighbor, you shall doe

well enough.

2. Neighbor.

And here Neighbour, here's a Cuppe of

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Charneco.

3. Neighbor.

And here's a Pot of good Double‑Beere

Neighbor: drinke, and feare not your Man.

Armorer.

Let it come yfaith, and Ile pledge you all,

and a figge for Peter.

1. Prent.
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Here Peter, I drinke to thee, and be not a­

fraid.

2. Prent.

Be merry Peter, and feare not thy Master,

Fight for credit of the Prentices.

Peter.

I thanke you all: drinke, and pray for me, I pray

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you, for I thinke I haue taken my last Draught in this

World. Here Robin, and if I dye, I giue thee my Aporne;

and Will, thou shalt haue my Hammer: and here Tom,

take all the Money that I haue. O Lord blesse me, I pray

God, for I am neuer able to deale with my Master, hee

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hath learnt so much sence already.

Salisb.

Come, leaue your drinking, and fall to blowes.

Sirrha, what's thy Name?

Peter.

Peter forsooth.

Salisb.

Peter? what more?

Peter.
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Thumpe.

Salisb.

Thumpe? Then see thou thumpe thy Master

well.

Armorer.

Masters, I am come hither as it were vpon

my Mans instigation, to proue him a Knaue, and my selfe

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an honest man: and touching the Duke of Yorke, I will

take my death, I neuer meant him any ill, nor the King,

nor the Queene: and therefore Peter haue at thee with a

downe‑right blow.

Yorke.

Dispatch, this Knaues tongue begins to double

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Sound Trumpets, Alarum to the Combattants.

They fight, and Peter strikes him downe. Armorer.

Hold Peter, hold, I confesse, I confesse Trea­

son.

Yorke.

Take away his Weapon: Fellow thanke God,

and the good Wine in thy Masters way.

Peter.
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O God, haue I ouercome mine Enemies in this

presence? O Peter, thou hast preuayl'd in right.

King. Goe, take hence that Traytor from our sight, For by his death we doe perceiue his guilt, And God in Iustice hath reueal'd to vs
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The truth and innocence of this poore fellow, Which he had thought to haue murther'd wrongfully. Come fellow, follow vs for thy Reward.
Sound a flourish. Exeunt.
[Act 2, Scene 4] Enter Duke Humfrey and his Men in Mourning Cloakes. Glost. Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a Cloud: And after Summer, euermore succeedes
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Barren Winter, with his wrathfull nipping Cold; So Cares and Ioyes abound, as Seasons fleet. Sirs, what's a Clock?
Seru. Tenne, my Lord. Glost. Tenne is the houre that was appointed me,
[1095]
To watch the comming of my punisht Duchesse: Vnneath may shee endure the Flintie Streets, To treade them with her tender‑feeling feet. Sweet Nell, ill can thy Noble Minde abrooke The abiect People, gazing on thy face,
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With enuious Lookes laughing at thy shame, That erst did follow thy prowd Chariot‑Wheeles, When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets. But soft, I thinke she comes, and Ile prepare My teare‑stayn'd eyes, to see her Miseries.
Enter the Duchesse in a white Sheet, and a Taper burning in her hand, with the Sherife and Officers. Seru.
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So please your Grace, wee'le take her from the Sherife.
Gloster. No, stirre not for your liues, let her passe by. Elianor. Come you, my Lord, to see my open shame ? Now thou do'st Penance too. Looke how they gaze, See how the giddy multitude doe point,
[1110]
And nodde their heads, and throw their eyes on thee. Ah Gloster, hide thee from their hatefull lookes, And in thy Closet pent vp, rue my shame, And banne thine Enemies, both mine and thine.
Glost. Be patient, gentle Nell, forget this griefe. Elianor.
[1115]
Ah Gloster, teach me to forget my selfe: For whilest I thinke I am thy married Wife, And thou a Prince, Protector of this Land; Me thinkes I should not thus be led along, Mayl'd vp in shame, with Papers on my back,
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And follow'd with a Rabble, that reioyce To see my teares, and heare my deepe‑set groanes. The ruthlesse flint doth cut my tender feet, And when I start, the enuious people laugh, And bid me be aduised how I treade.
[1125]
Ah Humfrey, can I beare this shamefull yoake? Trowest thou, that ere Ile looke vpon the World, Or count them happy, that enioyes the Sunne? No: Darke shall be my Light, and Night my Day. To thinke vpon my Pompe, shall be my Hell.
[1130]
Sometime Ile say, I am Duke Humfreyes Wife, And he a Prince, and Ruler of the Land: Yet so he rul'd, and such a Prince he was, As he stood by, whilest I, his forlorne Duchesse, Was made a wonder, and a pointing stock
[1135]
To euery idle Rascall follower. But be thou milde and blush not at my shame, Nor stirre at nothing, till the Axe of Death Hang ouer thee, as sure it shortly will. For Suffolke, he that can doe all in all
[1140]
With her, that hateth thee and hates vs all, And Yorke, and impious Beauford, that false Priest, Haue all lym'd Bushes to betray thy Wings, And flye thou how thou canst, they'le tangle thee. But feare not thou, vntill thy foot be snar'd,
[1145]
Nor neuer seeke preuention of thy foes.
Glost. Ah Nell, forbeare: thou aymest all awry. I must offend, before I be attainted: And had I twentie times so many foes, And each of them had twentie times their power,
[1150]
All these could not procure me any scathe, So long as I am loyall, true, and crimelesse. Would'st haue me rescue thee from this reproach? n Why The second Part of Henry the Sixt. Why yet thy scandall were not wipt away, But I in danger for the breach of Law.
[1155]
Thy greatest helpe is quiet, gentle Nell: I pray thee sort thy heart to patience, These few dayes wonder will Be quickly worne:
Enter a Herald. Her. I summon your Grace to his Maiesties Parliament, Holden at Bury, the first of this next Moneth. Glost.
[1160]
And my consent ne're ask'd herein before? This is close dealing. Well, I will be there. My Nell, I take my leaue: and Master Sherife, Let not her Penance exceede the Kings Commission.
Sh. And't please your Grace, here my Commission stayes:
[1165]
And Sir Iohn Stanly is appointed now, To take her with him to the Ile of Man.
Glost. Must you, Sir Iohn, protect my Lady here? Stanly. So am I giuen in charge, may't please your Grace. Glost. Entreat her not the worse, in that I pray
[1170]
You vse her well: the World may laugh againe, And I may liue to doe you kindnesse, if you doe it her. And so Sir Iohn, farewell.
Elianor. What, gone my Lord, and bid me not fare­ well? Glost. Witnesse my teares, I cannot stay to speake. Exit Gloster. Elianor.
[1175]
Art thou gone to? all comfort goe with thee, For none abides with me: my Ioy, is Death; Death, at whose Name I oft haue beene afear'd, Because I wish'd this Worlds eternitie. Stanley, I prethee goe, and take me hence,
[1180]
I care not whither, for I begge no fauor; Onely conuey me where thou art commanded.
Stanley. Why, Madame, that is to the Ile of Man, There to be vs'd according to your State. Elianor. That's bad enough, for I am but reproach:
[1185]
And shall I then be vs'd reproachfully?
Stanley. Like to a Duchesse, and Duke Humfreyes Lady, According to that State you shall be vs'd. Elianor. Sherife farewell, and better then I fare, Although thou hast beene Conduct of my shame. Sherife.
[1190]
It is my Office, and Madame pardon me.
Elianor. I, I, farewell, thy Office is discharg'd: Come Stanley, shall we goe? Stanley. Madame, your Penance done, Throw off this Sheet,
[1195]
And goe we to attyre you for our Iourney.
Elianor. My shame will not be shifted with my Sheet: No, it will hang vpon my richest Robes, And shew it selfe, attyre me how I can. Goe, leade the way, I long to see my Prison. Exeunt Sound a Senet. Enter King, Queene, Cardinall, Suffolke, Yorke, Buckingham, Salisbury, and Warwicke, to the Parliament. King.
[1200]
I muse my Lord of Gloster is not come: 'Tis not his wont to be the hindmost man, What e're occasion keepes him from vs now.
Queene. Can you not see? or will ye not obserue The strangenesse of his alter'd Countenance?
[1205]
With what a Maiestie he beares himselfe, How insolent of late he is become, How prowd, how peremptorie, and vnlike himselfe. We know the time since he was milde and affable, And if we did but glance a farre‑off Looke,
[1210]
Immediately he was vpon his Knee, That all the Court admir'd him for submission. But meet him now, and be it in the Morne, When euery one will giue the time of day, He knits his Brow, and shewes an angry Eye,
[1215]
And passeth by with stiffe vnbowed Knee, Disdaining dutie that to vs belongs. Small Curres are not regarded when they grynne, But great men tremble when the Lyon rores, And Humfrey is no little Man in England.
[1220]
First note, that he is neere you in discent, And should you fall, he is the next will mount. Me seemeth then, it is no Pollicie, Respecting what a rancorous minde he beares, And his aduantage following your decease,
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That he should come about your Royall Person, Or be admitted to your Highnesse Councell. By flatterie hath he wonne the Commons hearts: And when he please to make Commotion, 'Tis to be fear'd they all will follow him.
[1230]
Now 'tis the Spring, and Weeds are shallow‑rooted, Suffer them now, and they'le o're‑grow the Garden, And choake the Herbes for want of Husbandry. The reuerent care I beare vnto my Lord, Made me collect these dangers in the Duke.
[1235]
If it be fond, call it a Womans feare: Which feare, if better Reasons can supplant, I will subscribe, and say I wrong'd the Duke. My Lord of Suffolke, Buckingham, and Yorke, Reproue my allegation, if you can,
[1240]
Or else conclude my words effectuall.
Suff. Well hath your Highnesse seene into this Duke: And had I first beene put to speake my minde, I thinke I should haue told your Graces Tale. The Duchesse, by his subornation,
[1245]
Vpon my Life began her diuellish practise: Or if he were not priuie to those Faults, Yet by reputing of his high discent, As next the King, he was successiue Heire, And such high vaunts of his Nobilitie,
[1250]
Did instigate the Bedlam braine‑sick Duchesse, By wicked meanes to frame our Soueraignes fall. Smooth runnes the Water, where the Brooke is deepe, And in his simple shew he harbours Treason. The Fox barkes not, when he would steale the Lambe.
[1255]
No, no, my Soueraigne, Glouster is a man Vnfounded yet, and full of deepe deceit.
Card. Did he not, contrary to forme of Law, Deuise strange deaths, for small offences done? Yorke. And did he not in his Protectorship,
[1260]
Leuie great summes of Money through the Realme, For Souldiers pay in France, and neuer sent it? By meanes whereof, the Townes each day reuolted.
Buck. Tut, these are petty faults to faults vnknowne, Which time will bring to light in smooth Duke Humfrey. King.
[1265]
My Lords at once: the care you haue of vs, To mowe downe Thornes that would annoy our Foot, Is worthy prayse: but shall I speake my conscience, Our Kinsman Gloster is as innocent, From meaning Treason to our Royall Person,
[1270]
As is the sucking Lambe, or harmelesse Doue: The Duke is vertuous, milde, and too well giuen, To dreame on euill, or to worke my downefall.
Qu. Ah what's more dangerous, then this fond affiance? Seemes he a Doue? his feathers are but borrow'd,
[1275]
For hee's disposed as the hatefull Rauen. Is he a Lambe? his Skinne is surely lent him, For The second Part of Henry the Sixt. For hee's enclin'd as is the rauenous Wolues. Who cannot steale a Shape, that meanes deceit? Take heed, my Lord, the welfare of vs all,
[1280]
Hangs on the cutting short that fraudfull man.
Enter Somerset. Som. All health vnto my gracious Soueraigne. King. Welcome Lord Somerset: What Newes from France? Som. That all your Interest in those Territories, Is vtterly bereft you: all is lost. King.
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Cold Newes, Lord Somerset: but Gods will be done.
Yorke. Cold Newes for me: for I had hope of France, As firmely as I hope for fertile England. Thus are my Blossomes blasted in the Bud, And Caterpillers eate my Leaues away:
[1290]
But I will remedie this geare ere long, Or sell my Title for a glorious Graue.
Enter Gloucester. Glost. All happinesse vnto my Lord the King: Pardon, my Liege, that I haue stay'd so long. Suff. Nay Gloster, know that thou art come too soone,
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Vnlesse thou wert more loyall then thou art: I doe arrest thee of High Treason here.
Glost. Well Suffolke, thou shalt not see me blush, Nor change my Countenance for this Arrest: A Heart vnspotted, is not easily daunted.
[1300]
The purest Spring is not so free from mudde, As I am cleare from Treason to my Soueraigne. Who can accuse me? wherein am I guiltie?
Yorke.' Tis thought, my Lord, That you tooke Bribes of France,
[1305]
And being Protector, stay'd the Souldiers pay, By meanes whereof, his Highnesse hath lost France.
Glost. Is it but thought so? What are they that thinke it? I neuer rob'd the Souldiers of their pay,
[1310]
Nor euer had one penny Bribe from France. So helpe me God, as I haue watcht the Night, I, Night by Night, in studying good for England. That Doyt that ere I wrested from the King, Or any Groat I hoorded to my vse,
[1315]
Be brought against me at my Tryall day. No: many a Pound of mine owne proper store, Because I would not taxe the needie Commons, Haue I dis‑pursed to the Garrisons, And neuer ask'd for restitution.
Card.
[1320]
It serues you well, my Lord, to say so much.
Glost. I say no more then truth, so helpe me God. Yorke. In your Protectorship, you did deuise Strange Tortures for Offendors, neuer heard of, That England was defam'd by Tyrannie. Glost.
[1325]
Why 'tis well known, that whiles I was Protector, Pittie was all the fault that was in me: For I should melt at an Offendors teares, And lowly words were Ransome for their fault: Vnlesse it were a bloody Murtherer,
[1330]
Or foule felonious Theefe, that fleec'd poore passengers, I neuer gaue them condigne punishment. Murther indeede, that bloodie sinne, I tortur'd Aboue the Felon, or what Trespas else.
Suff. My Lord these faults are easie, quickly answer'd:
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But mightier Crimes are lay'd vnto your charge, Whereof you cannot easily purge your selfe. I doe arrest you in his Highnesse Name, And here commit you to my Lord Cardinall To keepe, vntill your further time of Tryall.
King.
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My Lord of Gloster, 'tis my speciall hope, That you will cleare your selfe from all suspence, My Conscience tells me you are innocent.
Glost. Ah gracious Lord, these dayes are dangerous: Vertue is choakt with foule Ambition,
[1345]
And Charitie chas'd hence by Rancours hand; Foule Subornation is predominant, And Equitie exil'd your Highnesse Land. I know, their Complot is to haue my Life: And if my death might make this Iland happy,
[1350]
And proue the Period of their Tyrannie, I would expend it with all willingnesse. But mine is made the Prologue to their Play: For thousands more, that yet suspect no perill, Will not conclude their plotted Tragedie.
[1355]
Beaufords red sparkling eyes blab his hearts mallice, And Suffolks cloudie Brow his stormie hate; Sharpe Buckingham vnburthens with his tongue, The enuious Load that lyes vpon his heart: And dogged Yorke, that reaches at the Moone,
[1360]
Whose ouer‑weening Arme I haue pluckt back, By false accuse doth leuell at my Life. And you, my Soueraigne Lady, with the rest, Causelesse haue lay'd disgraces on my head, And with your best endeuour haue stirr'd vp
[1365]
My liefest Liege to be mine Enemie: I, all of you haue lay'd your heads together, My selfe had notice of your Conuenticles, And all to make away my guiltlesse Life. I shall not want false Witnesse, to condemne me,
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Nor store of Treasons, to augment my guilt: The ancient Prouerbe will be well effected, A Staffe is quickly found to beat a Dogge.
Card. My Liege, his rayling is intollerable. If those that care to keepe your Royall Person
[1375]
From Treasons secret Knife, and Traytors Rage, Be thus vpbrayded, chid, and rated at, And the Offendor graunted scope of speech, 'Twill make them coole in zeale vnto your Grace.
Suff. Hath he not twit our Soueraigne Lady here
[1380]
With ignominious words, though Clarkely coucht? As if she had suborned some to sweare False allegations, to o'rethrow his state.
Qu. But I can giue the loser leaue to chide. Glost. Farre truer spoke then meant: I lose indeede,
[1385]
Beshrew the winners, for they play'd me false, And well such losers may haue leaue to speake.
Buck. Hee'le wrest the Sence, and hold vs here all day. Lord Cardinall, he is your Prisoner. Card. Sirs, take away the Duke, and guard him sure. Glost.
[1390]
Ah, thus King Henry throwes away his Crutch, Before his Legges be firme to beare his Body. Thus is the Shepheard beaten from thy Side, And Wolues are gnarling, who shall gnaw thee first. Ah that my feare were false, ah that it were;
[1395]
For good King Henry, thy decay I feare.
Exit Gloster. King. My Lords, what to your wisdomes Seemeth best, Doe, or vndoe, as if our selfe were here. Queene. What, will your Highnesse leaue the Parlia­ ment? King. I Margaret: my heart is drown'd with griefe,
[1400]
Whose floud begins to flowe within mine eyes; My Body round engyrt with miserie: n2 For The second Part of Henry the Sixt. For what's more miserable then Discontent? Ah Vnckle Humfrey, in thy face I see The Map of Honor, Truth, and Loyaltie:
[1405]
And yet, good Humfrey, is the houre to come, That ere I prou'd thee false, or fear'd thy faith. What lowring Starre now enuies thy estate? That these great Lords, and Margaret our Queene, Doe seeke subuersion of thy harmelesse Life.
[1410]
Thou neuer didst them wrong, nor no man wrong: And as the Butcher takes away the Calfe, And binds the Wretch, and beats it when it strayes, Bearing it to the bloody Slaughter‑house; Euen so remorselesse haue they borne him hence:
[1415]
And as the Damme runnes lowing up and downe, Looking the way her harmelesse young one went, And can doe naught but wayle her Darlings losse; Euen so my selfe bewayles good Glosters case With sad unhelpefull teares, and with dimn'd eyes;
[1420]
Looke after him, and cannot doe him good: So mightie are his vowed Enemies. His fortunes I will weepe, and 'twixt each groane, Say, who's a Traytor? Gloster he is none.
Exit. Queene. Free Lords:
[1425]
Cold Snow melts with the Sunnes hot Beames: Henry, my Lord, is cold in great Affaires, Too full of foolish pittie: and Glosters shew Beguiles him, as the mournefull Crocodile With sorrow snares relenting passengers;
[1430]
Or as the Snake, roll'd in a flowring Banke, With shining checker'd slough doth sting a Child, That for the beautie thinkes it excellent. Beleeue me Lords, were none more wise then I, And yet herein I judge mine owne Wit good;
[1435]
This Gloster should be quickly rid the World, To rid vs from the feare we haue of him.
Card. That he should dye, is worthie pollicie, But yet we want a Colour for his death: 'Tis meet he be condemn'd by course of Law. Suff.
[1440]
But in my minde, that were no pollicie: The King will labour still to saue his Life, The Commons haply rise, to saue his Life; And yet we haue but triuiall argument, More then mistrust, that shewes him worthy death.
Yorke.
[1445]
So that by this, you would not haue him dye.
Suff. Ah Yorke, no man aliue, so faine as I. Yorke. 'Tis Yorke that hath more reason for his death. But my Lord Cardinall, and you my Lord of Suffolke, Say as you thinke, and speake it from your Soules:
[1450]
Wer't not all one, an emptie Eagle were set, To guard the Chicken from a hungry Kyte, As place Duke Humfrey for the Kings Protector?
Queene. So the poore Chicken should be sure of death. Suff. Madame 'tis true: and wer't not madnesse then,
[1455]
To make the Fox surueyor of the Fold? Who being accu 'd a craftie Murtherer, His guilt should be but idly posted over, Because his purpose is not executed. No: let him dye, in that he is a Fox,
[1460]
By nature prou'd an Enemie to the Flock, Before his Chaps be stayn'd with Crimson blood, As Humfrey prou'd by Reasons to my Liege. And doe not stand on Quillets how to slay him: Be it by Gynnes, by Snares, by Subtletie,
[1465]
Sleeping, or Waking, 'tis no matter how, So he be dead; for that is good deceit, Which mates him first, that first intends deceit.
Queene. Thrice Noble Suffolke, 'tis resolutely spoke. Suff. Not resolute, except so much were done,
[1470]
For things are often spoke, and seldome meant, But that my heart accordeth with my tongue, Seeing the deed is meritorious, And to preserue my Soueraigne from his Foe, Say but the word, and I will be his Priest.
Card.
[1475]
But I would haue him dead, my Lord of Suffolke, Ere you can take due Orders for a Priest: Say you consent, and censure well the deed, And Ile prouide his Executioner, I tender to the safetie of my Liege.
Suff.
[1480]
Here is my Hand, the deed is worthy doing.
Queene. And so say I. Yorke. And I: and now we three haue spoke it, It skills not greatly who impugnes our doome.
[Act 5, Scene 1] Enter a Poste. Post. Great Lords, from Ireland am I come amaine,
[1485]
To signifie, that Rebels there are vp, And put the Englishmen unto the Sword. Send Succours (Lords) and stop the Rage betime, Before the Wound doe grow vncurable; For being greene, there is great hope of helpe.
Card.
[1490]
A Breach that craues a quick expedient stoppe. What counsaile giue you in this weightie cause?
Yorke. That Somerset be sent as Regent thither: 'Tis meet that luckie Ruler he imploy'd, Witnesse the fortune he hath had in France. Som.
[1495]
If Yorke, with all his farre‑set pollicie, Had beene the Regent there, in stead of me, He neur would haue stay'd in France so long.
Yorke. No, not to lose it all, as thou hast done. I rather would haue lost my Life betimes,
[1500]
Then bring a burthen of dis‑honour home, By staying there so long, till all were lost. Shew me one skarre, character'd on thy Skinne, Mens flesh preseru'd so whole, doe seldome winne.
Qu. Nay then, this sparke will proue a raging fire,
[1505]
If Wind and Fuell be brought, to feed it with: No more, good Yorke; sweet Somerset be still. Thy fortune, Yorke, hadst thou beene Regent there, Might happily haue prou'd farre worse then his.
Yorke. What, worse then naught? nay, then a shame take all. Somerset.
[1510]
And in the number, thee, that wishest shame.
Card. My Lord of Yorke, trie what your fortune is: Th'vnciuill Kernes of Ireland are in Armes, And temper Clay with blood of Englishmen. To Ireland will you leade a Band of men,
[1515]
Collected choycely, from each Countie some, And trie your hap against the Irishmen?
Yorke. I will, my Lord, so please his Maiestie. Suff. Why, our Authoritie is his consent, And what we doe establish, he confirmes:
[1520]
Then, Noble Yorke, take thou this Taske in hand.
Yorke. I am content: Prouide me Souldiers, Lords, Whiles I take order for mine owne affaires. Suff. A charge, Lord Yorke, that I will see perform'd. But now returne we to the false Duke Humfrey. Card.
[1525]
No more of him: for I will deale with him, That henceforth he shall trouble vs no more: And so breake off, the day is almost spent, Lord Suffolke, you and I must talke of that event.
Yorke. My The second Part of Henry the Sixt. Yorke. My Lord of Suffolke, within foureteene dayes
[1530]
At Bristow I expect my Souldiers, For there Ile shippe them all for Ireland.
Suff. Ile see it truly done, my Lord of Yorke. Exeunt. Manet Yorke. Yorke. Now Yorke, or neuer, steele thy fearfull thoughts, And change misdoubt to resolution;
[1535]
Be that thou hop'st to be, or what thou art; Resigne to death, it is not worth th'enioying: Let pale‑fac't feare, keepe with the meane‑borne man, And finde no harbor in a Royall heart. Faster thē them Spring‑time showres, comes thoght on thoght,
[1540]
And not a thought, but thinkes on Dignitie. My Brayne, more busie then the laboring Spider, Weaues tedious Snares to trap mine Enemies. Well Nobles, well: 'tis politikely done, To send me packing with an Hoast of men:
[1545]
I feare me, you but warme the starued Snake, Who cherisht in your breasts, will sting your hearts. 'Twas men I lackt, and you will giue them me; I take it kindly: yet be well assur'd, You put sharpe Weapons in a mad‑mans hands.
[1550]
Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mightie Band, I will stirre up in England some black storme, Shall blowe ten thousand Soules to Heauen, or Hell: And this fell Tempest shall not cease to rage, Vntill the Golden Circuit on my Head,
[1555]
Like to the glorious Sunnes transparant Beames, Doe calme the furie of this mad‑bred Flawe. And for a minister of my intent, I haue seduc'd a head‑strong Kentishman, Iohn Cade of Ashford,
[1560]
To make Commotion, as full well he can, Vnder the Title of Iohn Mortimer. In Ireland haue I seene this stubborne Cade Oppose himselfe against a Troupe of Kernes, And fought so long, till that his thighes with Darts
[1565]
Were almost like a sharpe‑quill'd Porpentine: And in the end being rescued, I haue seene Him capre vpright, like a wilde Morisco, Shaking the bloody Darts, as he his Bells. Full often, like a shag‑hayr'd craftie Kerne,
[1570]
Hath he conuersed with the Enemie, And vndiscouer'd, come to me againe, And giuen me notice of their Villanies. This Deuill here shall be my substitute; For that Iohn Mortimer, which now is dead,
[1575]
In face, in gate, in speech he doth resemble. By this, I shall perceiue the Commons minde, How they affect the House and Clayme of Yorke. Say he be taken, rackt, and tortured; I know, no paine they can inflict vpon him,
[1580]
Will make him say, I mou'd him to those Armes. Say that he thriue, as 'tis great like he will, Why then from Ireland come I with my strength, And reape the Haruest which that Rascall sow'd. For Humfrey; being dead, as he shall be,
[1585]
And Henry put apart: the next for me.
Exit.
[Act 3, Scene 2] Enter two or three running ouer the Stage, from the Murther of Duke Humfrey. 1. Runne to my Lord of Suffolke: let him know We haue dispatcht the Duke, as he commanded. 2. Oh, that it were to doe: what haue we done? Didst euer heare a man so penitent? Enter Suffolke. 1.
[1590]
Here comes my Lord.
Suff. Now Sirs, haue you dispatcht this thing? 1. I, my good Lord, hee's dead. Suff. Why that's well said. Goe, get you to my House, I will reward you for this venturous deed:
[1595]
The King and all the Peeres are here at hand. Haue you layd faire the Bed? Is all things well, According as I gaue directions?
1. 'Tis, my good Lord. Suff.

Away, begone.

Exeunt. Sound Trumpets. Enter the King, the Queene, Cardinall, Suffolke, Somerset, with Attendants. King.
[1600]
Goe call our Vnckle to our presence straight: Say, we intend to try his Grace to day, If he be guiltie, as 'tis published.
Suff. Ile call him presently, my Noble Lord. Exit. King. Lords take your places: and I pray you all
[1605]
Proceed no straiter 'gainst our Vnckle Gloster, Then from true euidence, of good esteeme, He be approu'd in practise culpable.
Queene. God forbid any Malice should preuayle, That faultlesse may condemne a Noble man:
[1610]
Pray God he may acquit him of suspition.
King. I thanke thee Nell, these wordes content mee much. Enter Suffolke. How now? why look'st thou pale? why tremblest thou? Where is our Vnckle? what's the matter, Suffolke? Suff. Dead in his Bed, my Lord: Gloster is dead. Queene.
[1615]
Marry God forfend.
Card. Gods secret Iudgement: I did dreame to Night, The Duke was dumbe, and could not speake a word.
[Act 3, Scene 3] King sounds. Qu. How fares my Lord? Helpe Lords, the King is dead. Som. Rere vp his Body, wring him by the Nose. Qu.
[1620]
Runne, goe, helpe, helpe: Oh Henry ope thine eyes.
Suff. He doth reuiue againe, Madame be patient. King. Oh Heauenly God. Qu. How fares my gracious Lord? Suff. Comfort my Soueraigne, gracious Henry com­ fort. King.
[1625]
What, doth my Lord of Suffolke comfort me? Came he right now to sing a Rauens Note, Whose dismall tune bereft my Vitall powres: And thinkes he, that the chirping of a Wren, By crying comfort from a hollow breast,
[1630]
Can chafe away the first‑conceiued sound? Hide not thy poyson with such sugred words, Lay not thy hands on me: forbeare I say, Their touch affrights me as a Serpents sting. Thou balefull Messenger, out of my fight:
[1635]
Vpon thy eye‑balls, murderous Tyrannie Sits in grim Maiestie, to fright the World. Looke not vpon me, for thine eyes are wounding; Yet doe not goe away: come Basiliske, And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight:
[1640]
For in the shade of death, I shall finde ioy; In life, but double death, now Gloster's dead.
Queene. Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolke thus? Although the Duke was enemie to him, Yet he most Christian‑like laments his death:
[1645]
And for my selfe, Foe as he was to me, Might liquid teares, or heart‑offending groanes, Or blood‑consuming sighes recall his Life; n3 I The second Part of Henry the Sixt. I would be blinde with weeping, sicke with grones, Looke pale as Prim‑rose with blood‑drinking sighes,
[1650]
And all to haue the Noble Duke aliue. What know I how the world may deeme of me? For it is knowne we were but hollow Friends: It may be iudg'd I made the Duke away, So shall my name with Slanders tongue be wounded,
[1655]
And Princes Courts be fill'd with my reproach: This get I by his death: Aye me vnhappie, To be a Queene, and Crown'd with infamie.
King. Ah woe is me for Gloster, wretched man. Queen. Be woe for me, more wretched then he is.
[1660]
What, Dost thou turne away, and hide thy face? I am no loathsome Leaper, looke on me. What? Art thou like the Adder waxen deafe? Be poysonous too, and kill thy forlorne Queene. Is all thy comfort shut in Glosters Tombe?
[1665]
Why then Dame Elianor was neere thy ioy. Erect his statue, and worship it, And make my Image but an Ale‑house signe. Was I for this nye wrack'd vpon the Sea, And twice by aukward winde from Englands banke
[1670]
Droue backe againe vnto my Natiue Clime. What boaded this? but well fore‑warning winde Did seeme to say, seeke not a Scorpions Nest, Nor set no footing on this vnkinde Shore. What did I then? But curst the gentle gusts,
[1675]
And he that loos'd them forth their Brazen Caues, And bid them blow towards Englands blessed shore, Or turne our sterne vpon a dreadfull Rocke: Yet Æolus would not be a murtherer, But left that hatefull office vnto thee.
[1680]
The pretty vaulting Sea refus'd to drowne me, Knowing that thou wouldst haue me drown'd on shore With teares as salt as Sea, through thy vnkindnesse. The splitting Rockes cowr'd in the sinking sands, And would not dash me with their ragged sides,
[1685]
Because thy flinty heart more hard then they, Might in thy Pallace, perish Elianor. As farre as I could ken thy Chalky Cliffes, When from thy Shore, the Tempest beate vs backe, I stood vpon the Hatches in the storme:
[1690]
And when the duskie sky, began to rob My earnest‑gaping‑sight of thy Lands view, I tooke a costly Iewell from my necke, A Hart it was bound in with Diamonds, And threw it towards thy Land: The Sea receiu'd it,
[1695]
And so I wish'd thy body might my Heart: And euen with this, I lost faire Englands view, And bid mine eyes be packing with my Heart, And call'd them blinde and duskie Spectacles, For loosing ken of Albions wished Coast.
[1700]
How often haue I tempted Suffolkes tongue (The agent of thy foule inconstancie) To sit and watch me as Ascanius did, When he to madding Dido would vnfold His Fathers Acts, commenc'd in burning Troy.
[1705]
Am I not witcht like her? Or thou not false like him ? Aye me, I can no more: Dye Elinor, For Henry weepes, that thou dost liue so long.
Noyse within. Enter Warwicke, and many Commons. War. It is reported, mighty Soueraigne, That good Duke Humfrey Traiterously is murdred
[1710]
By Suffolke and the Cardinall Beaufords meanes: The Commons like an angry Hiue of Bees That want their Leader, scatter vp and downe, And care not who they sting in his reuenge. My selfe haue calm'd their spleenfull mutinie,
[1715]
Vntill they heare the order of his death.
King. That he is dead good Warwick, 'tis too true, But how he dyed, God knowes, not Henry: Enter his Chamber, view his breathlesse Corpes, And comment then vpon his sodaine death. War.
[1720]
That shall I do my Liege; Stay Salsburie With the rude multitude, till I returne.
King. O thou that iudgest all things, stay my thoghts: My thoughts, that labour to perswade my soule, Some violent hands were laid on Humfries life:
[1725]
If my suspect be false, forgiue me God, For iudgement onely doth belong to thee: Faine would I go to chafe his palie lips, With twenty thousand kisses, and to draine Vpon his face an Ocean of salt teares,
[1730]
To tell my loue vnto his dumbe deafe trunke, And with my fingers feele his hand, vnfeeling: But all in vaine are these meane Obsequies, Bed put forth. And to suruey his dead and earthy Image: What were it but to make my sorrow greater?
Warw.
[1735]
Come hither gracious Soueraigne, view this body.
King. That is to see how deepe my graue is made, For with his soule fled all my worldly solace: For seeing him, I see my life in death. War. As surely as my soule intends to liue
[1740]
With that dread King that tooke our state vpon him, To free vs from his Fathers wrathfull curse, I do beleeue that violent hands were laid Vpon the life of this thrice‑famed Duke.
Suf. A dreadfull Oath, sworne with a solemn tongue:
[1745]
What instance giues Lord Warwicke for his vow.
War. See how the blood is setled in his face. Oft haue I seene a timely‑parted Ghost, Of ashy semblance, meager, pale, and bloodlesse, Being all descended to the labouring heart,
[1750]
Who in the Conflict that it holds with death, Attracts the same for aydance 'gainst the enemy, Which with the heart there cooles, and ne're returneth, To blush and beautifie the Cheeke againe. But see, his face is blacke, and full of blood:
[1755]
His eye‑balles further out, than when he liued, Staring full gastly, like a strangled man: His hayre vprear'd, his nostrils stretcht with strugling: His hands abroad display'd, as one that graspt And tugg'd for Life, and was by strength subdude.
[1760]
Looke on the sheets his haire (you see) is sticking, His well proportion'd Beard, made ruffe and rugged, Like to the Summers Corne by Tempest lodged: It cannot be but he was murdred heere, The least of all these signes were probable.
Suf.
[1765]
Why Warwicke, who should do the D. Duke to death? My selfe and Beauford had him in protection, And we I hope sir, are no murtherers.
War. But both of you were vowed D. Duke Humfries foes, And you (forsooth) had the good Duke to keepe:
[1770]
Tis like you would nor feast him like a friend, And 'tis well seene, he found an enemy.
Queen. Than you belike suspect these Noblemen, As guilty of Duke Humfries timelesse death. War. The second Part of Henry the Sixt. Warw. Who finds the Heyfer dead, and bleeding fresh,
[1775]
And sees fast‑by, a Butcher with an Axe, But will suspect, 'twas he that made the slaughter? Who finds the Partridge in the Puttocks Nest, But may imagine how the Bird was dead, Although the Kyte soare with vnbloudied Beake?
[1780]
Euen so suspitious is this Tragedie.
Qu. Are you the Butcher, Suffolk? where's your Knife? Is Beauford tearm'd a Kyte? where are his Tallons? Suff. I weare no Knife, to slaughter sleeping men, But here's a vengefull Sword, rusted with ease,
[1785]
That shall be scowred in his rancorous heart, That slanders me with Murthers Crimson Badge. Say, if thou dar'st, prowd Lord of Warwickshire, That I am faultie in Duke Humfreyes death.
Warw. What dares not Warwick, if false Suffolke dare him? Qu.
[1790]
He dares not calme his contumelious Spirit, Nor cease to be an arrogant Controller, Though Suffolke dare him twentie thousand times.
Warw. Madame be still: with reuerence may I say, For euery word you speake in his behalfe,
[1795]
Is slander to your Royall Dignitie.
Suff. Blunt‑witted Lord, ignoble in demeanor, If euer Lady wrong'd her Lord so much, Thy Mother tooke into her blamefull Bed Some sterne vntutur'd Churle; and Noble Stock
[1800]
Was graft with Crab‑tree slippe, whose Fruit thou art, And neuer of the Neuils Noble Race.
Warw. But that the guilt of Murther bucklers thee, And I should rob the Deaths‑man of his Fee, Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames,
[1805]
And that my Soueraignes presence makes me milde, I would, false murd'rous Coward, on thy Knee Make thee begge pardon for thy passed speech, And say it was thy Mother that thou meant'st, That thou thy selfe wast borne in Bastardie;
[1810]
And after all this fearefull Homage done, Giue thee thy hyre, and send thy Soule to Hell, Pernicious blood‑sucker of sleeping men.
Suff. Thou shalt be waking, while I shed thy blood, If from this presence thou dar'st goe with me. Warw.
[1815]
Away euen now, or I will drag thee hence: Vnworthy though thou art, Ile cope with thee, And doe some seruice to Duke Humfreyes Ghost.
Exeunt. King. What stronger Brest‑plate then a heart vntainted? Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his Quarrell iust;
[1820]
And he but naked, though lockt vp in Steele, Whose Conscience with Iniustice is corrupted.
A noyse within. Queene. What noyse is this? Enter Suffolke and Warwicke, with their Weapons drawne. King. Why how now Lords? Your wrathfull Weapons drawne,
[1825]
Here in our presence? Dare you be so bold? Why what tumultuous clamor haue we here?
Suff. The trayt'rous Warwick, with the men of Bury, Set all vpon me, mightie Soueraigne. Enter Salisbury. Salisb. Sirs stand apart, the King shall know your minde.
[1830]
Dread Lord, the Commons send you word by me, Vnlesse Lord Suffolke straight be done to death, Or banished faire Englands Territories, They will by violence teare him from your Pallace, And torture him with grieuous lingring death.
[1835]
They say, by him the good Duke Humfrey dy'de: They say, in him they feare your Highnesse death; And meere instinct of Loue and Loyaltie, Free from a stubborne opposite intent, As being thought to contradict your liking,
[1840]
Makes them thus forward in his Banishment. They say, in care of your most Royall Person, That if your Highnesse should intend to sleepe, And charge, that no man should disturbe your rest, In paine of your dislike, or paine of death;
[1845]
Yet notwithstanding such a strait Edict, Were there a Serpent seene, with forked Tongue, That slyly glyded towards yours Maiestie, It were but necessarie you were wak't: Least being suffer'd in that harmefull slumber,
[1850]
The mortall Worme might make the sleepe eternall. And therefore doe they cry, though you forbid, That they will guard you, where you will, or no, From such fell Serpents as false Suffolke is; With whose inuenomed and fatall string,
[1855]
Your louing Vnckle, twentie times his worth, They say is shamefully bereft of life. Commons within. An answer from the King, my Lord of Salisbury.
Suff. 'Tis like the Commons, rude vnpolisht Hindes, Could send such Message to their Soueraigne:
[1860]
But you, my Lord, were glad to be imploy'd, To shew how queint an Orator you are. But all the Honor Salisbury hath wonne, Is, that he was the Lord Embassador, Sent from a sort of Tinkers to the King.
Within.
[1865]

An answer from the King, or wee will all

breake in.

King. Goe Salisbury, and tell them all from me, I thanke them for their tender louing care; And had I not beene cited so by them,
[1870]
Yet did I purpose as they doe entreat: For sure, my thoughts doe hourely prophecie, Mischance vnto my State by Suffolkes meanes. And therefore by his Maiestie I sweare, Whose farre‑vnworthie Deputie I am,
[1875]
He shall not breathe infection in this ayre, But three dayes longer, on the paine of death.
Qu. Oh Henry, let me pleade for gentle Suffolke. King. Vngentle Queene, to call him gentle Suffolke. No more I say: if thou do'st pleade for him,
[1880]
Thou wilt but adde encrease vnto my Wrath. Had I but sayd, I would haue kept my Word; But when I sweare, it is irreuocable: If after three dayes space thou here bee'st found, On any ground that I am Ruler of,
[1885]
The World shall not be Ransome for thy Life. Come Warwicke, come good Warwicke, goe with mee, I haue great matters to impart to thee.
Exit. Qu. Mischance and Sorrow goe along with you, Hearts Discontent, and sowre Affliction,
[1890]
Be play‑fellowes to keepe you companie: There's two of you, the Deuill make a third, And three‑fold Vengeance tend vpon your steps.
Suff. Cease, gentle Queene, these Execrations, And let thy Suffolke take his heauie leaue. Queene. Fye The second Part of Henry the Sixt. Queen.
[1895]
Fye Coward woman, and soft harted wretch, Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemy.
Suf. A plague vpon them: wherefore should I cursse them? Would curses kill, as doth the Mandrakes grone, I would inuent as bitter searching termes,
[1900]
As curst, as harsh, and horrible to heare, Deliuer'd strongly through my fixed teeth, With full as many signes of deadly hate, As leane‑fac'd enuy in her loathsome caue. My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words,
[1905]
Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten Flint, Mine haire be fixt an end, as one distract: I, euery ioynt should seeme to curse and ban, And euen now my burthen'd heart would breake Should I not curse them. Poyson be their drinke.
[1910]
Gall, worse then Gall, the daintiest that they taste: Their sweetest shade, a groue of Cypresse Trees: Their cheefest Prospect, murd'ring Basiliskes: Their softest Touch, as smart as Lyzards stings: Their Musicke, frightfull as the Serpents hisse,
[1915]
And boading Screech‑Owles, make the Consort full. All the foule terrors in darke seated hell›
Q. Enough sweet Suffolke, thou torment'st thy selfe, And these dread curses like the Sunne 'gainst glasse, Or like an ouer‑charged Gun, recoile,
[1920]
And turnes the force of them vpon thy selfe.
Suf. You bad me ban, and will you bid me leaue? Now by the ground that I am banish'd from, Well could I curse away a Winters night, Though standing naked on a Mountaine top,
[1925]
Where byting cold would neuer let grasse grow, And thinke it but a minute spent in sport.
Qu. Oh, let me intreat thee cease, giue me thy hand, That I may dew it with my mournfull tea e : Nor let the raine of heauen wet this place,
[1930]
To wash away my wofull Monuments. Oh, could this kisse be printed in thy hand, That thou might'st thinke vpon these by the Seale, Through whom a thousand sighes are breath'd for thee. So get thee gone, that I may know my greefe,
[1935]
'Tis but surmiz'd, whiles thou art standing by, As one that surfets, thinking on a want: I will repeale thee, or be well assur'd, Aduenture to be banished my selfe: And banished I am, if but from thee.
[1940]
Go, speake not to me; euen now be gone. Oh go not yet. Euen thus, two Friends condemn'd, Embrace, and kisse, and take ten thousand leaues, Loather a hundred times to part then dye; Yet now farewell, and farewell Life with thee.
Suf.
[1945]
Thus is poore Suffolke ten times banished, Once by the King, and three times thrice by thee. 'Tis not the Land I care for, wer't thou thence, A Wildernesse is populous enough, So Suffolke had thy heauenly company:
[1950]
For where thou art, there is the World it selfe, With euery seuerall pleasure in the World: And where thou art not, Desolation. I can no more: Liue thou to ioy thy life; My selfe no ioy in nought, but that thou liu'st.
Enter Vaux. Queene.
[1955]
Whether goes Vaux so fast? What newes I prethee?
Vaux. To signifie vnto his Maiesty, That Cardinall Beauford is at point of death: For sodainly a greeuous sicknesse tooke him, That makes him gaspe, and stare, and catch the aire,
[1960]
Blaspheming God, and cursing men on earth. Sometime he talkes, as if Duke Humfries Ghost Were by his side: Sometime, he calles the King, And whispers to his pillow, as to him, The secrets of his ouer‑charged soule,
[1965]
And I am sent to tell his Maiestie, That euen now he cries alowd for him.
Qu. Go tell this heauy Message to the King. Exit Aye me! What is this World? What newes are these ? But wherefore greeue I at an houres poore losse,
[1970]
Omitting Suffolkes exile, my soules Treasure? Why onely Suffolke mourne I not for thee? And with the Southerne clouds, contend in teares? Theirs for the earths encrease, mine for my sorrowes. Now get thee hence, the King thou know'st is comming,
[1975]
If thou be found by me, thou art but dead.
Suf. If I depart from thee, I cannot liue, And in thy fight to dye, what were it else, But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap? Heere could I breath my soule into the ayre,
[1980]
As milde and gentle as the Cradle‑babe, Dying with mothers dugge betweene it's lips. Where from thy fight, I should be raging mad, And cry out for thee to close vp mine eyes: To haue thee with thy lippes to stop my mouth:
[1985]
So should'st thou eyther turne my flying soule, Or I should breathe it so into thy body, And then it liu'd in sweete Elizium. To dye by thee, were but to dye in iest, From thee to dye, were torture more then death:
[1990]
Oh let me stay, befall what may befall.
Queen. Away: Though parting be a fretfull corosiue, It is applyed to a deathfull wound. To France sweet Suffolke: Let me heare from thee: For wheresoere thou art in this worlds Globe,
[1995]
Ile haue an Iris that shall finde thee out.
Suf. I go. Qu. And take my heart with thee. Suf. A Iewell lockt into the wofulst Caske, That euer did containe a thing of worth,
[2000]
Euen as a splitted Barke, so sunder we: This way fall I to death.
Qu. This way for me. Exeunt Enter the King, Salisbury, and Warwicke, to the Cardinal in bed. King. How fare's my Lord? Speake Beauford to thy Soueraigne. Ca. If thou beest death, Ile giue thee Englands Treasure,
[2005]
Enough to purchase such another Island, So thou wilt let me liue, and feele no paine.
King. Ah, what a signe it is of euill life, Where death's approach is seene so terrible. War. Beauford, it is thy Soueraigne speakes to thee. Beau.
[2010]
Bring me vnto my Triall when you will. Dy'de he not in his bed? Where should he dye? Can I make men liue where they will or no? Oh torture me no more, I will confesse. Aliue againe? Then shew me where he is,
[2015]
Ile giue a thousand pound to looke vpon him. He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them. Combe The second Part of Henry the Sixt. Combe downe his haire; looke, looke, it stands vpright, Like Lime‑twigs set to catch my winged soule: Giue me some drinke, and bid the Apothecarie
[2020]
Bring the strong poyson that I bought of him.
King. Oh thou eternall mouer of the heauens, Looke with a gentle eye vpon this Wretch, Oh beate away the busie medling Fiend, That layes strong siege vnto this wretches soule,
[2025]
And from his bosome purge this blacke dispaire.
War. See how the pangs of death do make him grin. Sal. Disturbe him not, let him passe peaceably. King. Peace to his soule, if Gods good pleasure be. Lord Card'nall, if thou think'st on heauens blisse,
[2030]
Hold vp thy hand, make signall of thy hope. He dies and makes no signe: Oh God forgiue him.
War. So bad a death, argues a monstrous life. King. Forbeare to iudge, for we are sinners all. Close vp his eyes, and draw the Curtaine close,
[2035]
And let vs all to Meditation.
Exeunt.
[Act 4, Scene 1] Alarum. Fight at Sea. Ordnance goes off. Enter Lieutenant, Suffolke, and others. Lieu. The gaudy blabbing and remorsefull day, Is crept into the bosome of the Sea: And now loud houling Wolues arouse the Iades That dragge the Tragicke melancholy night:
[2040]
Who with their drowsie, slow, and flagging wings Cleape dead‑mens graues, and from their misty Iawes, Breath foule contagious darknesse in the ayre: Therefore bring forth the Souldiers of our prize, For whilst our Pinnace Anchors in the Downes,
[2045]
Heere shall they make theit their ransome on the sand, Or with their blood staine this discoloured shore. Maister, this Prisoner freely giue I thee, And thou that art his Mate, make boote of this: The other Walter Whitmore is thy share.
1. Gent.
[2050]
What is my ransome Master, let me know.
Ma. A thousand Crownes, or else lay down your head Mate. And so much shall you giue, or off goes yours. Lieu. What thinke you much to pay 2000. Crownes, And beare the name and port of Gentlemen?
[2055]
Cut both the Villaines throats, for dy you shall: The liues of those which we haue lost in fight, Be counter‑poys'd with such a pettie summe.
1. Gent. Ile giue it sir, and therefore spare my life. 2. Gent. And so will I, and write home for it straight. Whitm.
[2060]
I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboord, And therefore to reuenge it, shalt thou dye, And so should these, if I might haue my will.
Lieu. Be not so rash, take ransome, let him liue. Suf. Looke on my George, I am a Gentleman,
[2065]
Rate meat what thou wilt, thou shalt be payed.
Whit. And so am I: my name is Walter Whitmore. How now? why starts thou? What doth death affright? Suf. Thy name affrights me, in whose sound is death: A cunning man did calculate my birth,
[2070]
And told me that by Water I should dye: Yet let not this make thee be bloody‑minded, Thy name is guiltier, being rightly founded.
Whit. Gualtier or Walter, which it is I care not, Neuer yet did base dishonour blurre our name,
[2075]
But with our sword we wip'd away the blot. Therefore, when Merchant‑like I sell reuenge, Broke be my sword, my Armes torne and defac'd, And I proclaim'd a Coward through the world.
Suf. Stay Whitmore, for thy Prisoner is a Prince,
[2080]
The Duke of Suffolke, William de la Pole.
Whit. The Duke of Suffolke, muffled vp in ragges? Suf. I, but these ragges are no part of the Duke. Lieu. But Ioue was neuer slaine as thou shalt be, Obscure and lowsie Swaine, King Henries blood. Suf.
[2085]
The honourable blood of Lancaster Must not be shed by such a iaded Groome: Hast thou not kist thy hand, and held my stirrop? Bare‑headed plodded by my foot‑cloth Mule, And thought thee happy when I shooke my head.
[2090]
How often hast thou waited at my cup, Fed from my Trencher, kneel'd downe at the boord, When I haue, fested with Queene Margaret? Remember it, and let it make thee Crest‑falne, I, and alay this thy abortiue Pride:
[2095]
How in our voyding Lobby hast thou stood, And duly wayted for my comming forth? This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalfe, And therefore shall it charme thy riotous tongue.
Whit. Speak Captaine, shall I stab the forlorn Swain. Lieu.
[2100]
First let my words stab him, as he hath me.
Suf. Base slaue, thy words are blunt, and so art thou. Lieu. Conuey him hence, and on our long boats side, Strike off his head. Suf. Thou dar'st not for thy owne. Lieu.
[2105]
Poole, Sir Poole? Lord, I kennell, puddle, sinke, whose filth and dirt Troubles the siluer Spring, where England drinkes: Now will I dam vp this thy yawning mouth, For swallowing the Treasure of the Realme.
[2110]
Thy lips that kist the Queene, shall sweepe the ground: And thou that smil'dst at good Duke Humfries death, Against the senselesse windes shall grin in vaine, Who in contempt shall hisse at thee againe. And wedded be thou to the Hagges of hell,
[2115]
For daring to affye a mighty Lord Vnto the daughter of a worthlesse King, Hauing neyther Subiect, Wealth, nor Diadem: By diuellish policy art thou growne great, And like ambitious Sylla ouer‑gorg'd,
[2120]
With gobbets of thy Mother‑bleeding heart. By thee Aniou and Maine were sold to France. The false reuolting Normans thorough thee, Disdaine to call vs Lord, and Piccardie Hath slaine their Gouernors, surpriz'd our Forts,
[2125]
And sent the ragged Souldiers wounded home. The Princely Warwicke, and the Neuils all, Whose dreadfull swords were neuer drawne in vaine, As hating thee, and rising vp in armes. And now the House of Yorke thrust from the Crowne,
[2130]
By shamefull murther of a guiltlesse King, And lofty proud incroaching tyranny, Burnes with reuenging fire, whose hopefull colours Aduance our halfe‑fac'd Sunne, striuing to shine; Vnder the which is writ, Iunitis nubibus.
[2135]
The Commons heere in Kent are vp in armes, And to conclude, Reproach and Beggerie, Is crept into the Pallace of our King, And all by thee: away, conuey him hence.
Suf. O that I were a God, to shoot forth Thunder
[2140]
Vpon these paltry, seruile, abiect Drudges: Small things make base men proud. This Villaine heere, Being Captaine of a Pinnace, threatens more Then Bargulus the strong Illyrian Pyrate. Drones sucke not Eagles blood, but rob Bee‑hiues:
[2145]
It is impossible that I should dye By The second Part of Henry the Sixt. By such a lowly Vassall as thy selfe. Thy words moue Rage, and not remorse in me: I go of Message from the Queene to France: I charge thee waft me safely crosse the Channell.
Lieu.
[2150]
Water: W. Come Suffolke, I must waft thee to thy death.
Suf. Pine gelidus timor occupant artus, it is thee I feare. Wal. Thou shalt haue cause to feare before I leaue thee. What, are ye danted now? Now will ye stoope. 1. Gent. My gracious Lord intreat him, speak him fair. Suf.
[2155]
Suffolkes Imperiall tongue is sterne and rough: Vs'd to command, vntaught to pleade for fauour. Farre be it, we should honor such as these With humble suite: no, rather let my head Stoope to the blocke, then these knees bow to any,
[2160]
Saue to the God of heauen, and to my King: And sooner dance vpon a bloody pole, Then stand vncouer'd to the Vulgar Groome. True Nobility, is exempt from feare: More can I beare, then you dare execute.
Lieu.
[2165]
Hale him away, and let him talke no more: Come Souldiers, shew what cruelty ye can.
Suf. That this my death may neuer be forgot. Great men oft dye by vilde Bezonions. A Romane Sworder, and Bandetto slaue
[2170]
Murder'd sweet Tully. Brutsu Brutus Bastard hand Stab'd Iulius Cæsar. Sauage Islanders Pompey the Great, and Suffolke dyes by Pyrats.
Exit Water with Suffolke. Lieu. And as for these whose ransome we haue set, It is our pleasure one of them depart:
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Therefore come you with vs, and let him go.
Exit Lieutenant, and the rest. Manet the first Gent. Enter Walter with the body. Wal. There let his head, and liuelesse bodie lye, Vntill the Queene his Mistris bury it. Exit Walter. 1. Gent. O barbarous and bloudy spectacle, His body will I beare vnto the King:
[2180]
If he reuenge it not, yet will his Friends, So will the Queene, that liuing, held him deere.
[Act 4, Scene 2] Enter Beuis, and Iohn Holland. Beuis.

Come and get thee a sword, though made of a

Lath, they haue bene vp these two dayes.

Hol.

They haue the more neede to sleepe now then.

Beuis.
[2185]

I tell thee, Iacke Cade the Cloathier, meanes to

dresse the Common‑wealth and turne it, and set a new

nap vpon it.

Hol.

So he had need, for 'tis thred‑bare. Well, I say,

it was neuer merrie world in England, since Gentlemen

[2190]

came vp.

Beuis.

O miserable Age: Vertue is not regarded in

Handy‑crafts men.

Hol.

The Nobilitie thinke scorne to goe in Leather

Aprons.

Beuis.
[2195]

Nay more, the Kings Councell are no good

Workemen.

Hol.

True: and yet it is said, Labour in thy Vocati­

on: which is as much to say, as let the Magistrates be la­

bouring men; and therefore should we be Magistrates.

Beuis.
[2200]

Thou hast hit it: for there's no better signe of a

braue minde, then a hard hand.

Hol.

I see them, I see them: There's Bests Sonne, the

Tanner of Wingham.

Beuis.

Hee shall haue the skinnes of our enemies, to

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make Dogges Leather of.

Hol.

And Dicke the Butcher.

Beuis.

Then is sin strucke downe like an Oxe, and ini­

quities throate cut like a Calfe.

Hol.

And Smith the Weauer.

Beu.
[2210]

Argo, their thred of life is spun.

Hol.

Come, come, let's fall in with them.

Drumme. Enter Cade, Dicke Butcher, Smith the Weauer, and a Sawyer, with infinite numbers. Cade.

Wee Iohn Cade, so tearm'd of our supposed Fa­

ther.

But.

Or rather of stealing a Cade of Herrings.

Cade.
[2215]

For our enemies shall faile before vs, inspired

with the spirit of putting down Kings and Princes. Com­

mand silence.

But.

Silence.

Cade.

My Father was a Mortimer.

But.
[2220]

He was an honest man, and a good Bricklayer.

Cade.

My mother a Plantagenet.

Butch.

I knew her well, she was a Midwife.

Cade.

My wife descended of the Lacies.

But.

She was indeed a Pedlers daughter, & sold many

[2225]

Laces.

Weauer.

But now of late, not able to trauell with her

furr'd Packe, she washes buckes here at home.

Cade.

Therefore am I of an honorable house.

But.

I by my faith, the field is honourable, and there

[2230]

was he borne, vnder a hedge: for his Father had neuer a

house but the Cage.

Cade.

Valiant I am.

Weauer.

A must needs, for beggery is valiant.

Cade.

I am able to endure much.

But.
[2235]

No question of that: for I haue seene him whipt

three Market dayes together.

Cade.

I feare neither sword, nor fire.

Wea.

He neede not feare the sword, for his Coate is of

proofe.

But.
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But me thinks he should stand in feare of fire, be­

ing burnt i'th hand for stealing of Sheepe.

Cade.

Be braue then, for your Captaine is Braue, and

Vowes Reformation. There shall be in England, seuen

halfe peny Loaues sold for a peny: the three hoop'd pot,

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shall haue ten hoopes, and I wil make it Fellony to drink

small Beere. All the Realme shall be in Common, and in

Cheapside shall my Palfrey go to grasse: and when I am

King, as King I will be.

All.

God saue your Maiesty.

Cade.
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I thanke you good people. There shall bee no

mony, all shall eate and drinke on my score, and I will

apparrell them all in one Liuery, that they may agree like

Brothers, and worship me their Lord.

But.

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

Cade.
[2255]

Nay, that I meane to do. Is not this a lamenta­

ble thing, that of the skin of an innocent Lambe should

be made Parchment; that Parchment being scribeld ore,

should vndoe a man. Some say the Bee stings, but I say,

'tis the Bees waxe: for I did but seale once to a thing, and

[2260]

I was neuer mine owne man since. How now? Who's

there?

Enter a Clearke. Weauer.

The Clearke of Chartam: hee can write and

reade, and cast accompt.

Cade.

O monstrous.

Wea.
[2265]

We tooke him setting of boyes Copies.

Cade. The second Part of Henry the Sixt. Cade.

Here's a Villaine.

Wea.

Ha's a Booke in his pocket with red Letters in't

Cade.

Nay then he is a Coniurer.

But.

Nay, he can make Obligations, and write Court

[2270]

hand.

Cade.

I am sorry for't: The man is a proper man of

mine Honour: vnlesse I finde him guilty, he shall not die.

Come hither sirrah, I must examine thee: What is thy

name?

Clearke.
[2275]

Emanuell.

But.

They vse to writ it on the top of Letters: 'Twill

go hard with you.

Cade.

Let me alone: Dost thou vse to write thy name?

Or hast thou a make to thy selfe, like a honest plain dea­

[2280]

ling man?

Clearke.

Sir I thanke God, I haue bin so well brought

vp, that I can write my name.

All.

He hath confest: away with him: he's a Villaine

and a Traitor.

Cade.
[2285]

Away with him I say: Hang him with his Pen

and Inke‑horne about his necke.

Exit one wth the Clearke Enter Michael. Mich.

Where's our Generall?

Cade.

Heere I am thou particular fellow.

Mich.

Fly, fly, fly, Sir Humfrey Stafford and his brother

[2290]

are hard by, with the Kings Forces.

Cade.

Stand villaine, stand, or Ile fell thee downe: he

shall be encountred with a man as good as himselfe. He

is but a Knight, is a?

Mich.

No.

Cade.
[2295]

To equall him I will make my selfe a knight pre­

sently; Rise vp Sir Iohn Mortimer. Now haue at him.

Enter Sir Humfrey Stafford, and his Brother, with Drum and Soldiers. Staff. Rebellious Hinds, the filth and scum of Kent, Mark'd for the Gallowes: Lay your Weapons downe, Home to your Cottages: forsake this Groome.
[2300]
The King is mercifull, if you reuolt.
Bro. But angry, wrathfull, and inclin'd to blood, If you go forward: therefore yeeld, or dye. Cade. As for these silken‑coated slaues I passe not, It is to you good people, that I speake,
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Ouer whom (in time to come)I hope to raigne: For I am rightfull heyre vnto the Crowne.
Staff. Villaine, thy Father was a Playsterer, And thou thy selfe a Sheareman, art thou not? Cade.

And Adam was a Gardiner.

Bro.
[2310]

And what of that?

Cade.

Marry, this Edmund Mortimer Earle of March,

married the Duke of Clarence daughter, did he not?

Staff.

I sir.

Cade.

By her he had two children at one birth.

Bro.
[2315]

That's false.

Cade. I, there's the question; But I say, 'tis true: The elder of them being put to nurse, Was by a begger‑woman stolne away, And ignorant of his birth and parentage,
[2320]
Became a Bricklayer, when he came to age. His sonne am I, deny it if you can.
But.

Nay, 'tis too true, therefore he shall be King.

Wea.

Sir, he made a Chimney in my Fathers house,&

the brickes are aliue at this day to testifie it: therefore

[2325]

deny it not.

Staf.

And will you credit this base Drudges Wordes,

that speakes he knowes not what.

All.

I marry will we: therefore get ye gone.

Bro.

Iacke Cade, the D. Duke of York hath taught you this.

Cade.
[2330]

He lyes, for I inuented it my selfe. Go too Sir­

rah, tell the King from me, that for his Fathers sake Hen­ ry the fift, (in whose time, boyes went to Span‑counter

for French Crownes) I am content he shall raigne, but Ile

be Protector ouer him.

Butcher.
[2335]

And furthermore, wee'l haue the Lord Sayes

head, for selling the Dukedome of Maine.

Cade

And good reason: for thereby is England main'd

And faine to go with a staffe, but that my puissance holds

it vp. Fellow‑Kings, I tell you, that that Lord Say hath

[2340]

gelded the Commonwealth, and made it an Eunuch: &

more then that, he can speake French, and therefore hee is

a Traitor.

Staf.

O grosse and miserable ignorance.

Cade.

Nay answer if you can: The Frenchmen are our

[2345]

enemies: go too then, I ask but this: Can he that speaks

with the tongue of an enemy, be a good Councellour, or

no?

All.

No, no, and therefore wee'l haue his head.

Bro. Well, seeing gentle words will not preuayle,
[2350]
Assaile them with the Army of the King.
Staf. Herald away, and throughout euery Towne, Proclaime them Traitors that are vp with Cade, That those which flye before the battell ends. May euen in their Wiues and Childrens sight,
[2355]
Be hang'd vp for example at their doores: And you that be the Kings Friends follow me.
Exit. Cade. And you that loue the Commons, follow me: Now shew your selues men, 'tis for Liberty. We will not leaue one Lord, one Gentleman:
[2360]
Spare none, but such as go in clouted shooen, For they are thrifty honest men, and such As would (but that they dare not) take our parts.
But.

They are all in order, and march toward vs.

Cade.

But then are we in order, when we are most out

[2365]

of order. Come, march forward.

[Act 4, Scene 3] Alarums to the fight, wherein both the Staffords are slaine. Enter Cade and the rest. Cade.

Where's Dicke, the Butcher of Ashford?

But.

Heere sir.

Cade.

They fell before thee like Sheepe and Oxen, &

thou behaued'st thy selfe, as if thou hadst beene in thine

[2370]

owne Slaughter‑house: Therfore thus will I reward thee,

the Lent shall bee as long againe as it is, and thou shalt

haue a License to kill for a hundred lacking one.

But.

I desire no more.

Cade.

And to speake truth, thou deseru'st no lesse.

[2375]

This Monument of the victory will I beare, and the bo­

dies sha1l be dragg'd at my horse heeles, till I do come to

London, where we will haue the Maiors sword born be­

fore vs.

But.

If we meane to thriue, and do good, breake open

[2380]

the Gaoles, and let out the Prisoners.

Cade.

Feare not that I warrant thee. Come, let's march

towards London.

Exeunt.
[Act 4, Scene 4] Enter the King with a Supplication, and the Queene with Suf­ folkes head, the Duke of Buckingham, and the Lord Say. Queene. Oft haue I heard that greefe softens the mind, And The second Part of Henry the Sixt. And makes it fearefull and degenerate,
[2385]
Thinke therefore on reuenge, and cease to weepe. But who can cease to weepe, and looke on this. Heere may his head lye on my throbbing brest: But where's the body that I should imbrace?
Buc.

What answer makes your Grace to the Rebells

[2390]

Supplication?

King. Ile send some holy Bishop to intreat: For God forbid, so many simple soules Should perish by the Sword. And I my selfe, Rather then bloody Warre shall cut them short,
[2395]
Will parley with Iacke Cade their Generall. But stay, Ile read it ouer once againe.
Qu. Ah barbarous villaines: Hath this louely face, Rul'd like a wandering Plannet ouer me, And could it not inforce them to relent,
[2400]
That were vnworthy to behold the same.
King. Lord Say, Iacke Cade hath sworne to huae haue thy head. Say. I, but I hope your Highnesse shall haue his. King. How now Madam? Still lamenting and mourning for Suffolkes death?
[2405]
I feare me (Loue) if that I had beene dead, Thou would'st not haue mourn'd so much for me.
Qu. No my Loue, I should not mourne, but dye for thee. Enter a Messenger. King. How now? What newes? Why com'st thou in such haste? Mes. The Rebels are in Southwatke Southwarke : Fly my Lord:
[2410]
Iacke Cade proclaimes himselfe Lord Mortimer, Descended from the Duke of Clarence house, And calles your Grace Vsurper, openly, And vowes to Crowne himselfe in Westminster. His Army is a ragged multitude
[2415]
Of Hindes and Pezants, rude and mercilesse: Sir Humfrey Stafford, and his Brothers death, Hath giuen them heart and courage to proceede: All Schollers, Lawyers, Courtiers, Gentlemen, They call false Catterpillers, and intend their death.
Kin.
[2420]
Oh gracelesse men: they know not what they do.
Buck. My gracious Lord, retire to Killingworth, Vntill a power be rais'd to put them downe. Qu. Ah were the Duke of Suffolke now aliue, These Kentish Rebels would be soone appeas'd. King.
[2425]
Lord Say, the Traitors hateth thee, Therefore away with vs to Killingworth.
Say. So might your Graces person be in danger: The sight of me is odious in their eyes: And therefore in this Citty will I stay,
[2430]
And liue alone as secret as I may.
Enter another Messenger. Mess. Iacke Cade hath gotten London‑bridge. The Citizens flye and forsake their houses: The Rascall people, thirsting after prey, Ioyne with the Traitor, and they ioyntly sweare
[2435]
To spoyle the City, and your Royall Court.
Buc. Then linger not my Lord, away, take horse. King. Come Margaret, God our hope will succor vs. Qu. My hope is gone, now Suffolke is deceast. King. Farewell my Lord, trust not the Kentish Rebels Buc.
[2440]
Trust no body for feare you betraid.
Say. The trust I haue, is in mine innocence, And therefore am I bold and resolute. Exeunt.
[Act 4, Scene 5] Enter Lord Scales vpon the Tower walking. Then enters two or three Citizens below. Scales. How now? Is Iacke Cade slaine? 1. Cit. No my Lord, nor likely to be slaine:
[2445]
For they haue wonne the Bridge, Killing all those that withstand them: The L. Lord Maior craues ayd of your Honor from the Tower To defend the City from the Rebels.
Scales. Such ayd as I can spare you shall command,
[2450]
But I am troubled heere with them my selfe, The Rebels haue assay'd to win the Tower. But get you to Smithfield, and gather head, And thither I will send you Mathew Goffe. Fight for your King, your Countrey, and your Liues,
[2455]
And so farwell, for I must hence againe.
Exeunt
[Act 4, Scene 6] Enter Iacke Cade and the rest, and strikes his staffe on London stone. Cade. Now is Mortimer Lord of this City, And heere sitting vpon London Stone, I charge and command, that of the Cities cost The pissing Conduit run nothing but Clarret Wine
[2460]
This first yeare of our raigne. And now henceforward it shall be Treason for any, That calles me other then Lord Mortimer.
Enter a Soldier running. Soul.

Iacke Cade, Iacke Cade.

Cade.

Knocke him downe there.

They kill him. But.
[2465]

If this Fellow be wise, hee'l neuer call yee Iacke Cade more, I thinke he hath a very faire warning.

Dicke.

My Lord, there's an Army gathered together

in Smithfield.

Cade. Come, then let's go fight with them:
[2470]
But first, go and set London Bridge on fire, And if you can, burne downe the Tower too. Come, let's away.
Exeunt omnes.
[Act 4, Scene 7] Alarums. Mathew Goffe is slain, and all the rest. Then enter Iacke Cade, with his Company. Cade.

So sirs: now go some and pull down the Sauoy:

Others to'th Innes of Court, downe with them all.

But.
[2475]

I haue a suite vnto your Lordship.

Cade.

Bee it a Lordshippe, thou shalt haue it for that

word.

But.

Onely that the Lawes of England may come out

of your mouth.

Iohn.
[2480]

Masse 'twill be sore Law then, for he was thrust

in the mouth with a Speare, and 'tis not whole yet.

Smith.

Nay Iohn, it wil be stinking Law, for his breath

stinkes with eating toasted cheese.

Cade.

I haue thought vpon it, it shall bee so. Away,

[2485]

burne all the Records of the Realme, my mouth shall be

the Parliament of England.

Iohn. Then we are like to haue biting Statutes Vnlesse his teeth be pull'd out. Cade.

And hence‑forward all things shall be in Com­

[2490]

mon.

Enter a Messenger. Mes.

My Lord, a prize, a prize, heeres the Lord Say,

which sold the Townes in France. He that made vs pay

one and twenty Fifteenes, and one shilling to the pound,

the last Subsidie.

Enter The second Part of Henry the Sixt. Enter George, with the Lord Say. Cade.
[2495]

Well, hee shall be beheaded for it ten times:

Ah thou Say, thou Surge, nay thou Buckram Lord, now

art thou within point‑blanke of our Iurisdiction Regall.

What canst thou answer to my Maiesty, for giuing vp of

Normandie vnto Mounsieur Basimecu, the Dolphine of

[2500]

France? Be it knowne vnto thee by these presence, euen

the presence of Lord Mortimer, that I am the Beesome

that must sweepe the Court cleane of such filth as thou

art: Thou hast most traiterously corrupted the youth of

the Realme, in erecting a Grammar Schoole: and where­

[2505]

as before, our Fore‑fathers had no other Bookes but the

Score and the Tally, thou hast caused printing to be vs'd,

and contrary to the King, his Crowne, and Dignity, thou

hast built a Paper‑Mill. It will be prooued to thy Face,

that thou hast men about thee, that vsually talke of a

[2510]

Nowne and a Verbe, and such abhominable wordes, as

no Christian eare can endure to heare. Thou hast appoin­

ted Iustices of Peace, to call poore men before them, a­

bout matters they were not able to answer. Moreouer,

thou hast put them in prison, and because they could not

[2515]

reade, thou hast hang'd them, when (indeede) onely for

that cause they have beene most worthy to live. Thou

dost ride in a foot‑cloth, dost thou not?

Say.

What of that?

Cade.

Marry, thou ought'st not to let thy horse weare

[2520]

a Cloake, when honester men then thou go in their Hose

and Doublets.

Dicke.

And worke in their shirt to, as my selfe for ex­

ample, that am a butcher.

Say.

You men of Kent.

Dic.
[2525]

What say you of Kent.

Say.

Nothing but this: 'Tis bona terra, mala gens.

Cade.

Away with him, away with him, he speaks La­

tine.

Say. Heare me but speake, and beare mee wher'e you will:
[2530]
Kent, in the Commentaries Cæsar writ, Is term'd the ciuel'st place of all this Isle: Sweet is the Covntry, because ful of Riches, The People Liberall, Valiant, Actiue, Wealthy, Which makes me hope you are not void of pitty.
[2535]
I sold not Maine, I lost not Normandie, Yet to recouer them would loose my life: Iustice with fauour haue I alwayes done, Prayres and Teares haue mou'd me, Gifts could neuer. When haue I ought exacted at your hands?
[2540]
Kent to maintaine, the King, the Realme and you, Large gifts haue I bestow'd on learned Clearkes, Because my Booke preferr'd me to the King. And seeing Ignorance is the curse of God, Knowledge the Wing wherewith we flye to heaven.
[2545]
Vnlesse you be possest with diuellish spirits, You cannot but forbeare to murther me: This Tongue hath parlied vnto Forraigne Kings For your behoofe.
Cade. Tut, when struck'st thou one blow in the field? Say.
[2550]
Great men haue reaching hands: oft haue I struck Those that I neuer saw, and strucke them dead.
Geo. O monstrous Coward! What, to come behinde Folkes? Say. These cheekes are pale for watching for your good Cade.

Giue him a box o'th'eare, and that wil make 'em

[2555]

red againe.

Say. Long sitting to determine poore mens causes, Hath made me full of sicknesse and diseases. Cade.

Ye shall haue a hempen Candle then, & the help

of hatchet.

Dicke.
[2560]

Why dost thou quiuer man?

Say.

The Palsie, and not feare prouokes me.

Cade.

Nay, he noddes at vs, as who should say, Ile be

euen with you. Ile see if his head will stand steddier on

a pole, or no: Take him away, and behead him.

Say.
[2565]
Tell me: wherein haue I offended most ? Haue I affected wealth, or honor? Speake. Are my Chests fill'd vp with extorted Gold? Is my Apparrell sumptuous to behold? Whom haue I injur'd, that ye seeke my death?
[2570]
These hands are free from guiltlesse bloodshedding, This breast from harbouring foule deceitfull thoughts. O let me liue.
Cade.

I feele remorse in my selfe with his words: but

Ile bridle it: he shall dye, and it bee but for pleading so

[2575]

well for his life. Away with him, he has a Familiar vn­

der his Tongue, he speakes not a Gods name. Goe, take

him away I say, and strike off his head presently, and then

breake into his Sonne in Lawes house, Sir Iames Cromer,

and strike off his head, and bring them both vppon two

[2580]

poles hither.

All.

It shall be done.

Say. Ah Countrimen: If when you make your prair's, God should be so obdurate as your selues: How would it fare with your departed soules,
[2585]
And therefore yet relent, and saue my life.
Cade.

Away with him, and do as I command ye: the

proudest Peere in the Realme, shall not weare a head on

his shoulders, vnlesse he pay me tribute; there shall not

a maid be married, but she shall pay to me her Mayden­

[2590]

head ere they haue it: Men shall hold of mee in Capite.

And we charge and command, that their wiues be as free

as heart can wish, or tongue can tell.

Dicke.

My Lord,

When shall we go to Cheapside, and take up commodi­

[2595]

ties vpon our billes?

Cade.

Marry presently.

All.

O braue.

Enter one with the heads. Cade. But is not this brauer: Let them kisse one another: For they lou'd well
[2600]
When they were aliue. Now part them againe, Least they consult about the giuing vp Of some more Townes in France. Soldiers, Deferre the spoile of the Citie vntill night: For with these borne before vs, in steed of Maces,
[2605]
Will we ride through the streets, & at euery Corner Haue them kisse. Away.
Exit
[Act 4, Scene 8] Alarum, and Retreat. Enter againe Cade, and all his rabblement. Cade.

Vp Fish‑streete, downe Saint Magnes corner,

kill and knocke downe, throw them into Thames:

Sound a parley. What noise is this I heare ?
[2610]
Dare any be so bold to sound Retreat or Parley When I command them kill?
o Enter The second Part of Henry the Sixt. Enter Buckingham, and old Clifford. Buc. I heere they be, that dare and will disturb thee: Know Cade, we come Ambassadors from the King Vnto the Commons, whom thou hast misled,
[2615]
And heere pronounce free pardon to them all, That will forsake thee, and go home in peace.
Clif. What say ye Countrimen, will ye relent And yeeld to mercy, whil'st 'tis offered you, Or let a rabble leade you to your deaths.
[2620]
Who loues the King, and will imbrace his pardon, Fling vp his cap, and say, God saue his Maiesty. Who hateth him, and honors not his Father, Henry the fift, that made all France to quake, Shake he his weapon at vs, and passe by.
All.
[2625]

God saue the King, God saue the King.

Cade.

What Buckingham and Clifford are ye so braue?

And you base Pezants, do ye beleeue him, will you needs

be hang'd with your Pardons about your neckes ? Hath

my sword therefore broke through London gates, that

[2630]

you should leaue me at the White‑heart in Southwarke.

I thought ye would neuer haue giuen out these Armes til

you had recouered your ancient Fteedome Freedome . But you are

all Recreants and Dastards, and delight to liue in slauerie

to the Nobility. Let them breake your backes with bur­

[2635]

thens, take your houses ouer your heads, rauish your

Wiues and Daughters before your faces. For me, I will

make shift for one, and so Gods Cursse light vppon you

all.

All. Wee'l follow Cade,
[2640]
Wee'l follow Cade.
Clif. Is Cade the sonne of Henry the fift, That thus you do exclaime you'l go with him. Will he conduct you through the heart of France, And make the meanest of you Earles and Dukes?
[2645]
Alas, he hath no home, no place to flye too: Nor knowes he how to liue, but by the spoile, Vnlesse by robbing of your Friends, and vs. Wer't not a shame, that whilst you liue at iarre, The fearfull French, whom you late vanquished
[2650]
Should make a start ore‑seas, and vanquish you? Me thinkes alreadie in this ciuill broyle, I see them Lording it in London streets, Crying Villiago vnto all they meete. Better ten thousand base‑borne Cades miscarry,
[2655]
Then you should stoope vnto a Frenchmans mercy. To France, to France, and get what you haue lost: Spare England, for it is your Natiue Coast: Henry hath mony, you are strong and manly: God on our side, doubt not of Victorie.
All.
[2660]
A Clifford, a Clifford, Wee'l follow the King, and Clifford.
Cade.

Was euer Feather so lightly blowne too & fro,

As this multitude? The name of Henry the fift, hales them

to an hundred mischiefes, and makes them leaue mee de­

[2665]

solate. I see them lay their heades together to surprize

me. My sword make way for me, for heere is no staying:

in despight of the diuels and hell, haue through the verie

middest of you, and heauens and honor be witnesse, that

no wan to resolution in mee, but onely my Followers

[2670]

base and ignominious treasons, makes me betake mee to

my heeles.

Exit Buck. What, is he fled? Go some and follow him, And he that brings his head vnto the King, Shall haue a thousand Crownes for his reward. Exeunt some of them.
[2675]
Follow me souldiers, wee'l deuise a meane, To reconcile you all vnto the King.
Exeunt omnes.
[Act 4, Scene 9] Sound Trumpets. Enter King, Queene, and Somerset on the Tarras. King. Was euer King that ioy'd an earthly Throne, And could command no more content then I? No sooner was I crept out of my Cradle,
[2680]
But I was made a King, at nine months olde. Was neuer Subiect long'd to be a King, As I do long and wish to be a Subiect.
Enter Buckingham and Clifford. Buc. Health and glad tidings to your Maiesty. Kin. Why Buckingham, is the Traitor Cade surpris'd?
[2685]
Or is he but retir'd to make him strong?
Enter Multitudes with Halters about their Neckes. Clif. He is fled my Lord, and all his powers do yeeld, And humbly thus with halters on their neckes, Expect your Highnesse doome of life, or death. King. Then heauen set ope thy euerlasting gates,
[2690]
To entertaine my vowes of thankes and praise. Souldiers, this day haue you redeem'd your liues, And shew'd how well you loue your Prince & Countrey; Continue still in this so good a minde, And Henry though he be infortunate,
[2695]
Assure your selues will neuer be vnkinde: And so with thankes, and pardon to you all, I do dismisse you to your seuerall Countries.
All. God saue the King, God saue the King. Enter a Messenger. Mes. Please it your Grace to be aduertised,
[2700]
The Duke of Yorke is newly come from Ireland, And with a puissant and a mighty power Of Gallow‑glasses and stout Kernes, Is marching hitherward in proud array, And still proclaimeth as he comes along,
[2705]
His Armes are onely to remoue from thee The Duke of Somerset, whom he tearmes a Traitor.
King. Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and Yorke distrest, Like to a Ship, that hauing scap'd a Tempest, Is straight way calme, and boorded with a Pyrate.
[2710]
But now is Cade driuen backe, his men dispierc'd, And now is Yorke in Armes, to second him. I pray thee Buckingham go and meete him, And aske him what's the reason of these Armes: Tell him, Ile send Duke Edmund to the Tower,
[2715]
And Somerset we will commit thee thither, Vntill his Army be dismist from him.
Somerset. My Lord, Ile yeelde my selfe to prison willingly, Or vnto death, to do my Countrey good. King.
[2720]
In any case, be not to rough in termes, For he is fierce, and cannot brooke hard Language.
Buc. I will my Lord, and doubt not so to deale, As all things shall redound vnto your good. King. Come wife, let's in, and learne to gouern better,
[2725]
For yet may England curse my wretched raigne.
Flourish. Exeunt. Enter The second Part of Henry the Sixt.
[Act 4, Scene 10] Enter Cade. Cade.

Fye on Ambitions: fie on my selfe, that haue a

sword, and yet am ready to famish. These fiue daies haue

I hid me in these Woods, and durst not peepe out, for all

the Country is laid for me: but now am I so hungry, that

[2730]

if I might haue a Lease of my life for a thousand yeares, I

could stay no longer. Wherefore on a Bricke wall haue

I climb'd into this Garden, to see if I can eate Grasse, or

picke a Sallet another while, which is not amisse to coole

a mans stomacke this hot weather: and I think this word

[2735]

Sallet was borne to do me good: for many a time but for

a Sallet, my braine‑pan had bene cleft with a brown Bill;

and many a time when I haue beene dry, & brauely mar­

ching, it hath serued me insteede of a quart pot to drinke

in: and now the word Sallet must serue me to feed on.

Enter Iden. Iden.
[2740]
Lord, who would liue turmoyled in the Court, And may enioy such quiet walkes as these? This small inheritance my Father left me, Contenteth me, and worth a Monarchy. I seeke not to waxe great by others warning,
[2745]
Or gather wealth I care not with what enuy: Sufficeth, that I haue maintaines my state, And sends the poore well pleased from my gate.
Cade.

Heere's the Lord of the soile come to seize me

for a stray, for entering his Fee‑simple without leaue. A

[2750]

Villaine, thou wilt betray me, and get a 1000. Crownes

of the King by carrying my head to him, but Ile make

thee eate Iron like an Ostridge, and swallow my Sword

like a great pin ere thou and I part.

Iden. Why rude Companion, whatsoere thou be,
[2755]
I know thee not, why then should I betray thee? Is't not enough to breake into my Garden, And like a Theefe to come to rob my grounds: Climbing my walles inspight of me the Owner, But thou wilt braue me with these sawcie termes?
Cade.
[2760]

Braue thee? I by the best blood that ever was

broach'd, and beard thee to. Looke on mee well, I haue

eate no meate these fiue dayes, yet come thou and thy

fiue men, and if I doe not leaue you all as dead as a doore

naile, I pray God I may never eate grasse more.

Iden.
[2765]
Nay, it shall nere be said, while England stands, That Alexander Iden an Esquire of Kent, Tooke oddes to combate a poore famisht man. Oppose thy stedfast gazing eyes to mine, See if thou canst out‑face me with thy lookes:
[2770]
Set limbe to limbe, and thou art farre the lesser: Thy hand is but a finger to my fist, Thy legge a sticke compared with this Truncheon, My foote shall fight with all the strength thou hast, And if mine arme be heaued in the Ayre,
[2775]
Thy graue is digged already in the earth: As for words, whose greatnesse answer's words, Let this my sword report what speech forbeares.
Cade.

By my Valour: the most compleate Champi­

on that euer I heard. Steele, if thou turne the edge, or

[2780]

cut not out the burly bon'd Clowne in chines of Beefe,

ere thou sleepe in thy Sheath, I beseech Ioue on my knees

thou mayst be turned to Hobnailes.

Heere they Fight.

O I am slaine, Famine and no other hath slaine me, let ten

thousand diuelles come against me, and giue me but the

[2785]

ten meales I haue lost, and I'de defie them all. Wither

Garden, and be henceforth a burying place to all that do

dwell in this house, because the unconquered soule of

Cade is fled.

Iden. Is't Cade that I haue slain, that monstrous traitor?
[2790]
Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deede, And hang thee o're my Tombe, when I am dead. Ne're shall this blood be wiped from thy point, But thou shalt weare it as a Heralds coate, To emblaze the Honor that thy Master got.
Cade.
[2795]

Iden farewell, and be proud of thy victory: Tell

Kent from me, she hath lost her best man, and exhort all

the World to be Cowards: For I that neuer feared any,

am vanquished by Famine, not by Valour.

Dyes. Id. How much thou wrong'st me, heauen be my iudge;
[2800]
Die damned Wretch, the curse of her that bare thee: And as I thrust thy body in with my sword, So wish I, I might thrust thy soule to hell. Hence will I dragge thee headlong by the heeles Vnto a dunghill, which shall be thy graue,
[2805]
And there cut off thy most vngracious head, Which I will beare in triumph to the King, Leaving thy trunke for Crowes to feed upon.
Exit. Enter Yorke, and his Army of Irish, with Drum and Colours. Yor. From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right, And plucke the Crowne from feeble Henries head.
[2810]
Ring Belles alowd, burne Bonfires cleare and bright To entertaine great Englands lawfull King. Ah Santa Maiestas! who would not buy thee deere? Let them obey, that knowes not how to Rule. This hand was made to handle nought but Gold.
[2815]
I cannot giue due action to my words, Except a Sword or Scepter ballance it. A Scepter shall it haue, haue I a soule, On which Ile tosse the Fleure‑de‑Luce of France. Enter Buckingham. Whom haue we heere ? Buckingham to disturbe me?
[2820]
The king hath sent him sure: I must dissemble.
Buc. Yorke, if thou meanest wel, I greet thee well. Yor. Humfrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting. Art thou a Messenger, or come of pleasure. Buc. A Messenger from Henry, our dread Liege,
[2825]
To know the reason of these Armes in peace. Or why, thou being a Subiect, as I am, Against thy Oath, and true Allegeance sworne, Should raise so great a power without his leaue? Or dare to bring thy Force so neere the Court?
Yor.
[2830]
Scarse can I speake, my Choller is so great. Oh I could hew up Rockes, and fight with Flint, I am so angry at these abiect tearmes. And now like Aiax Telamonius, On Sheepe or Oxen could I spend my furie.
[2835]
I am farre better borne then is the king: More like a King, more Kingly in my thoughts. But I must make faire weather yet a while, Till Henry be more weake, and I more strong. Buckingham, I prethee pardon me,
[2840]
That I haue giuen no answer all this while: My minde was troubled with deepe Melancholly. The cause why I haue brought this Armie hither, o2 Is The second Part of Henry the Sixt. Is to remoue proud Somerset from the King, Seditious to his Grace, and to the State.
Buc.
[2845]
That is too much presumption on thy part: But if thy Armes be to no other end, The King hath yeelded vnto thy demand: The Duke of Somerset is in the Tower.
Yorke. Vpon thine Honor is he Prisoner? Buck.
[2850]
Vpon mine Honor he is Prisoner.
Yorke. Then Buckingham I do dismisse my Powres. Souldiers, I thanke you all: disperse your selues: Meet me to morrow in S. Saint Georges Field, You shall haue pay, and euery thing you wish.
[2855]
And let my Soueraigne, vertuous Henry, Command my eldest sonne, nay all my sonnes, As pledges of my Fealtie and Loue, Ile send them all as willing as I liue: Lands, Goods, Horse, Armor, any thing I haue
[2860]
Is his to vse, so Somerset may die.
Buc. Yorke, I commend this kinde submission, We twaine will go into his Highnesse Tent. Enter King and Attendants. King. Buckingham, doth Yorke intend no harme to vs That thus he marcheth with thee arme in arme? Yorke.
[2865]
In all submission and humility, Yorke doth present himselfe vnto your Highnesse.
K. Then what intends these Forces thou dost bring? Yor. To heaue the Traitor Somerset from hence, And fight against that monstrous Rebell Cade,
[2870]
Who since I heard to be discomfited.
Enter Iden with Cades head. Iden. If one so rude, and of so meane condition May passe into the presence of a King: Loe, I present your Grace a Traitors head, The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew. King.
[2875]
The head of Cade? Great God, how iust art thou? Oh let me view his Visage being dead, That liuing wrought me such exceeding trouble. Tell me my Friend, art thou the man that slew him?
Iden. I was, an't like your Maiesty. King.
[2880]
How art thou call'd? And what is thy degree?
Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name, A poore Esquire of Kent, that loues his King. Buc. So please it you my Lord, 'twere not amisse He were created Knight for his good seruice. King.
[2885]
Iden, kneele downe, rise vp a Knight: We giue thee for reward a thousand Markes, And will, that thou henceforth attend on vs.
Iden. May Iden liue to merit such a bountie, And neuer liue but true vnto his Liege. Enter Queene and Somerset. K.
[2890]
See Buckingham, Somerset comes with th'Queene, Go bid her hide him quickly from the Duke.
Qu. For thousand Yorkes he shall not hide his head, But boldly stand, and front him to his face. Yor. How now? is Somerset at libertie?
[2895]
Then Yorke vnloose thy long imprisoned thoughts, And let thy tongue be equall with thy heart. Shall I endure the sight of Somerset ? False King, why hast thou broken faith with me, Knowing how hardly I can brooke abuse?
[2900]
King did I call thee? No: thou art not King: Not fit to gouerne and rule multitudes, Which dar'st not, no nor canst not rule a Traitor. That Head of thine doth not become a Crowne: Thy Hand is made to graspe a Palmers staffe,
[2905]
And not to grace an awefull Princely Scepter. That Gold, must round engirt these browes of mine, Whose Smile and Frowne, like to Achilles Speare Is able with the change, to kill and cure. Heere is a hand to hold a Scepter vp,
[2910]
And with the same to acte controlling Lawes: Giue place: by heauen thou shalt rule no more O're him, whom heauen created for thy Ruler.
Som. O monstrous Traitor! I arrest thee Yorke Of Capitall Treason 'gainst the King and Crowne:
[2915]
Obey audacious Traitor, kneele for Grace.
York. Wold'st haue me kneele? First let me ask of thee, If they can brooke I bow a knee to man: Sirrah, call in my sonne to be my bale: I know ere they will haue me go to Ward,
[2920]
They'l pawne their swords of my infranchisement.
Qu. Call hither Clifford, bid him come amaine, To say, if that the Bastard boyes of Yorke Shall be the Surety for their Traitor Father. Yorke. O blood‑bespotted Neopolitan,
[2925]
Out‑cast of Naples, Englands bloody Scourge, The sonnes of Yorke, thy betters in their birth, Shall be their Fathers baile, and bane to those That for my Surety will refuse the Boyes. Enter Edward and Richard. See where they come, Ile warrant they'l make it good.
Enter Clifford. Qu.
[2930]
And here comes Clifford to deny their baile.
Clif. Health, and all happinesse to my Lord the King. Yor. I thanke thee Clifford: Say, what newes with thee? Nay, do not fright vs with an angry looke: We are thy Soueraigne Clifford, kneele againe;
[2935]
For thy mistaking so, We pardon thee.
Clif. This is my King Yorke, I do not mistake, But thou mistakes me much to thinke I do, To Bedlem with him, is the man growne mad. King. I Clifford, a Bedlem and ambitious humor
[2940]
Makes him oppose himselfe against his King.
Clif. He is a Traitor, let him to the Tower, And chop away that factious pate of his. Qu. He is atrested arrested , but will not obey: His sonnes (he sayes) shall giue their words for him. Yor.
[2945]
Will you not Sonnes?
Edw. I Noble Father, if our words will serue. Rich. And if words will not, then our Weapons shal. Clif. Why what a brood of Traitors haue we heere? Yorke. Looke in a Glasse, and call thy Image so.
[2950]
I am thy King, and thou a false‑heart Traitor: Call hither to the stake my two braue Beares, That with the very shaking of their Chaines, They may astonish these fell‑lurking Curres, Bid Salsbury and Warwicke come to me.
Enter the Earles of Warwicke, and Salisbury. Clif.
[2955]
Are these thy Beares? Wee'l bate thy Bears to death, And manacle the Berard in their Chaines, If thou dar'st bring them to the bayting place.
Rich. Oft haue I seene a hot ore‑weening Curre, Run backe and bite, because he was with‑held,
[2960]
Who being suffer'd with the Beares fell paw, Hath clapt his taile, betweene his legges and cride, And such a peece of seruice will you do, If The second Part of Henry the Sixt. If you oppose your selues to match Lord Warwicke.
Clif. Hence heape of wrath, foule indigested lumpe,
[2965]
As crooked in thy manners, as thy shape.
Yor. Nay we shall heate you thorowly anon. Clif. Take heede least by your heate you burne your selues: King. Why Warwicke, hath thy knee forgot to bow? Old Salsbury, shame to thy siluer haire,
[2970]
Thou mad misleader of thy brain‑sicke sonne, What wilt thou on thy death‑bed play the Russian? And seeke for sorrow with thy Spectacles ? Oh where is Faith? Oh, where is Loyalty? If it be banisht from the frostie head,
[2975]
Where shall it finde a harbour in the earth? Wilt thou go digge a graue to finde out Warre, And shame thine honourable Age with blood? Why art thou old, and want'st experience? Or wherefore doest abuse it, if thou hast it?
[2980]
For shame in dutie bend thy knee to me, That bowes vnto the graue with mickle age.
Sal. My Lord, I haue considered with my selfe The Title of this most renowned Duke, And in my conscience, do repute his grace
[2985]
The rightfull heyre to Englands Royall feate.
King. Hast thou not sworne Allegeance vnto me? Sal. I haue. Ki. Canst thou dispense with heauen for such an oath? Sal. It is great sinne, to sweare vnto a sinne:
[2990]
But greater sinne to keepe a sinfull oath: Who can be bound by any solemne Vow To do a murd'rous deede, to rob a man, To force a spotlesse Virgins Chastitie, To reaue the Orphan of his Patrimonie,
[2995]
To wring the Widdow from her custom'd right, And haue no other reason for this wrong, But that he was bound by a solemne Oath?
Qu. A subtle Traitor needs no Sophister. King. Call Buckingham, and bid him arme himselfe. Yorke.
[3000]
Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast, I am resolu'd for death and dignitie.
Old Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreames proue true War. You were best to go to bed, and dreame againe, To keepe thee from the Tempest of the field. Old Clif.
[3005]
I am resolu'd to beare a greater storme, Then any thou canst coniure vp to day: And that Ile write vpon thy Burgonet, Might I but know thee by thy housed Badge.
War. Now by my Fathers badge, old Neuils Crest,
[3010]
The rampant Beare chain'd to the ragged staffe, This day Ile weare aloft my Burgonet, As on a Mountaine top, the Cedar shewes, That keepes his leaues inspight of any storme, Euen io affright thee with the view thereof.
Old Clif.
[3015]
And from thy Burgonet Ile rend thy Beare, And tread it vnder foot with all contempt, Despight the Bearard, that protects the Beare.
Yo. Clif. And so to Armes victorious Father, To quell the Rebels, and their Complices. Rich.
[3020]
Fie, Charitie for shame, speake not in spight, For you shall sup with Iesu Christ to night.
Yo Clif. Foule stygmaticke that's more then thou canst tell. Ric. If not in heauen, you'l surely sup in hell. Exeunt
[Act 5, Scene 2] Enter Warwicke. War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwicke calles:
[3025]
And if thou dost not hide thee from the Beare, Now when the angrie Trumpet sounds alarum, And dead mens cries do fill the emptie ayre, Clifford I say, come forth and fight with me, Proud Northerne Lord, Clifford of Cumberland,
[3030]
Warwicke is hoarse with calling thee to armes.
Enter Yorke. War. How now my Noble Lord? What all a‑foot. Yor. The deadly handed Clifford slew my steed: But match to match I haue encountred him, And made a prey for Carrion Kytes and Crowes
[3035]
Euen of the bonnie beast he loued so well.
Enter Clifford. War. Of one or both of vs the time is come. Yor. Hold Warwick: seek thee out some other chace For I my selfe must hunt this Deere to death. War. Than nobly Yorke, 'tis for a Crown thou fightst:
[3040]
As I intend Clifford to thriue to day, It greeues my soule to leaue theee vnassail'd.
Exit War. Clif. What seest thou in me Yorke? Why dost thou pause? Yorke. With thy braue bearing should I be in loue,
[3045]
But that thou art so fast mine enemie.
Clif. Nor should thy prowesse want praise & esteeme, But that 'tis shewne ignobly, and in Treason. Yorke. So let it helpe me now against thy sword, As I in iustice, and true right expresse it. Clif.
[3050]
My soule and bodie on the action both.
Yor. A dreadfull lay, addresse thee instantly. Clif. La fin Corrone les eumenes. Yor. Thus Warre hath giuen thee peace, for y u art still, Peace with his soule, heauen if it be thy will. Enter yong Clifford. Clif.
[3055]
Shame and Confusion all is on the rout, Feare frames disorder, and disorder wounds Where it should guard. O Warre, thou sonne of hell, Whom angry heauens do make their minister, Throw in the frozen bosomes of our part,
[3060]
Hot Coales of Vengeance. Let no Souldier flye. He that is truly dedicate to Warre, Hath no selfe‑loue: nor he that loues himselfe, Hath not essentially, but by circumstance The name of Valour. O let the vile world end,
[3065]
And the premised Flames of the Last day, Knit earth and heauen together. Now let the generall Trumpet blow his blast, Particularities, and pettie sounds To cease. Was't thou ordain'd (deere Father)
[3070]
To loose thy youth in peace, and to atcheeue The Siluer Liuery of aduised Age, And in thy Reuerence, and thy Chaire‑dayes, thus To die in Ruffian battell? Euen at this sight, My heart is turn'd to stone: and while 'tis mine,
[3075]
It shall be stony. Yorke, not our old men spares; No more will I their Babes, Teares Virginall, Shall be to me, euen as the Dew to Fire, And Beautie, that the Tyrant oft reclaimes, Shall to my flaming wrath, be Oyle and Flax:
[3080]
Henceforth, I will not haue to do with pitty. Meet I an infant of the house of Yorke, Into as many gobbits will I cut it As wilde Medea yong Absirtis did. In cruelty, will I seeke out my Fame.
[3085]
Come thou new ruine of olde Cliffords house: As did Æneas old Anchyses beare, So beare I thee vpon my manly shoulders: But then Æneas bare a liuing loade; o3 Nothing The second Part of Henry the Sixt. Nothing so heauy as these woes of mine.
Enter Richard, and Somerset to fight. Rich.
[3090]
So lye thou there: For vnderneath an Ale‑house paltry signe, An ink mark follows the end of this line. The Castle in S. Saint Albons, Somerset Hath made the Wizard famous in his death: Sword, hold thy temper; Heart, be wrathfull still:
[3095]
Priests pray for enemies, but Princes kill.
Fight. Excursions. Enter King, Queene, and others. Qu. Away my Lord, you are slow, for shame away. King. Can we outrun the Heauens? Good Margaret stay. Qu. What are you made of? You'l nor fight nor fly: Now is it manhood, wisedome, and defence,
[3100]
To giue the enemy way, and to secure vs By what we can, which can no more but flye. Alarum a farre off. If you be tane, we then should see the bottome Of all our Fortunes: but if we haply scape, (As well we may, if not through your neglect)
[3105]
We shall to London get, where you are lou'd, And where this breach now in our Fortunes made May readily be stopt.
Enter Clifford. Clif. But that my hearts on future mischeefe set, I would speake blasphemy ere bid you flye:
[3110]
But flye you must: Vncureable discomfite Reignes in the hearts of all our present parts. Away for your releefe, and we will liue To see their day, and them our Fortune giue. Away my Lord, away.
Exeunt
[Act 5, Scene 3] Alarum. Retreat. Enter Yorke, Richard, Warwicke, and Soldiers, with Drum & Colours. Yorke.
[3115]
Of Salsbury, who can report of him, That Winter Lyon, who in rage forgets Aged contusions, and all brush of Time: And like a Gallant, in the brow of youth, Repaires him with Occasion. This happy day
[3120]
Is not it selfe, nor haue we wonne one foot, If Salsbury be lost.
Rich. My Noble Father: Three times to day I holpe him to his horse, Three times bestrid him: Thrice I led him off,
[3125]
Perswaded him from any further act: But still where danger was, still there I met him, And like rich hangings in a homely house, So was his Will, in his old feeble body, But Noble as he is, looke where he comes. An ink mark follows the end of this line.
Enter Salisbury. Sal.
[3130]
Now by my Sword, well hast thou fought to day: By'th'Masse so did we all. I thanke you Richard. God knowes how long it is I haue to liue: And it hath pleas'd him that three times to day You haue defended me from imminent death.
[3135]
Well Lords, we haue not got that which we haue, 'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled, Being opposites of such repayring Nature.
Yorke. I know our safety is to follow them, For (as I heare) the King is fled to London,
[3140]
To call a present Court of Parliament: Let vs pursue him ere the Writs go forth. What sayes Lord Warwicke, shall we after them ?
War. After them: nay before them if we can: Now by my hand (Lords) 'twas a glorious day.
[3145]
Saint Albons battell wonne by famous Yorke, Shall be eterniz'd in all Age to come. Sound Drumme and Trumpets, and to London all, And more such dayes as these, to vs befall.
Exeunt.
FINIS.

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[Act 1, Scene 4] Enter the Witch, the two Priests, and Bullingbrooke. Hume.

Come my Masters, the Duchesse I tell you ex­

pects performance of your promises.

Bulling.

Master Hume, we are therefore prouided: will

her Ladyship behold and heare our Exorcismes?

Hume.
[590]

I, what else? feare you not her courage.

Bulling.

I haue heard her reported to be a Woman of

an inuincible spirit: but it shall be conuenient, Master

Hume, that you be by her aloft, while wee be busie be­

low; and so I pray you goe in Gods Name, and leaue vs. Exit Hume.

[595]

Mother Iordan, be you prostrate, and grouell on the

Earth; Iohn Southwell reade you, and let vs to our worke.

Enter Elianor aloft. Elianor.

Well said my Masters, and welcome all: To

this geere, the sooner the better.

Bullin. Patience, good Lady, Wizards know their times:
[600]
Deepe Night, darke Night, the silent of the Night, The time of Night when Troy was set on fire, The time when Screech‑owles cry, and Bandogs howle, And Spirits walke, and Ghosts breake vp their Graues; That time best fits the worke we haue in hand.
[605]
Madame, sit you, and feare not: whom wee rayse, Wee will make fast within a hallow'd Verge.
Here doe the Ceremonies belonging, and make the Circle, Bullingbrooke or Southwell reades; Coniouro te, &c. It Thunders and Lightens terribly: then the Spirit riseth. Spirit. Ad sum. Witch. Asmath, by the eternall God, Whose name and power thou tremblest at,
[610]
Answere that I shall aske: for till thou speake, Thou shalt not passe from hence.
Spirit. Aske what thou wilt; that I had sayd, and done. Bulling. First of the King: What shall of him be­ come? Spirit. The Duke yet liues, that Henry shall depose:
[615]
But him out‑liue, and dye a violent death.
Bulling. What fates await the Duke of Suffolke? Spirit. By Water shall he dye, and take his end. Bulling. What shall befall the Duke of Somerset? Spirit. Let him shun Castles,
[620]
Safer shall he be vpon the sandie Plaines, Then where Castles mounted stand. Haue done, for more I hardly can endure.
Bulling.

Discend to Darknesse, and the burning Lake:

False fiend auoide.

Thunder and Lightning. Exit Spirit. Enter the Duke of Yorke and the Duke of Buckingham with their Guard, and breake in. Yorke.
[625]
Lay hands vpon these Traytors, and their trash: Beldam I thinke we watcht you at an ynch. What Madame, are you there? the King & Commonweale Are deepely indebted for this peece of paines; My Lord Protector will, I doubt it not,
[630]
See you well guerdon'd for these good deserts.
Elianor. Not halfe so bad as thine to Englands King, Iniurious Duke, that threatest where's no cause. Buck. True Madame, none at all: what call you this ? Away with them, let them be clapt vp close,
[635]
And kept asunder: you Madame shall with vs. Stafford take her to thee. Wee'le see your Trinkets here all forth‑comming. All away.
Exit. Yorke. Lord Buckingham, me thinks you watcht her well:
[640]
A pretty Plot, well chosen to build vpon. Now pray my Lord, let's see the Deuils Writ. What haue we here? Reades. The Duke yet liues, that Henry shall depose: But him out‑liue, and dye a violent death.
[645]
Why this is iust, Aio Æacida Romanos vincere posso. Well, to the rest: Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolke? By Water shall he dye, and take his end. What shall betide the Duke of Somerset?
[650]
Let him shunne Castles, Safer shall he be vpon the sandie Plaines, Then where Castles mounted stand. Come, come, my Lords, These Oracles are hardly attain'd,
[655]
And hardly vnderstood. The King is now in progresse towards Saint Albones, With him, the Husband of this louely Lady: Thither goes these Newes, As fast as Horse can carry them:
[660]
A sorry Breakfast for my Lord Protector.
Buck. Your Grace shal giue me leaue, my Lord of York, To be the Poste, in hope of his reward. Yorke. At your pleasure, my good Lord. Who's within there, hoe? Enter a Seruingman.
[665]
Inuite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick To suppe with me to morrow Night. Away.
Exeunt.
 

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   <head type="supplied">[Act 1, Scene 4]</head>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter the Witch, the two Priests, and Bullingbrooke.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-hum">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hume.</speaker>
      <p n="586">Come my Masters, the Duchesse I tell you ex­
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      <speaker rend="italic">Bulling.</speaker>
      <p n="588">Master<hi rend="italic">Hume</hi>, we are therefore prouided: will
      <lb n="589"/>her Ladyship behold and heare our Exorcismes?</p>
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      <p n="590">I, what else? feare you not her courage.</p>
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      <p n="591">I haue heard her reported to be a Woman of
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      <lb n="595"/>Mother<hi rend="italic">Iordan</hi>, be you prostrate, and grouell on the
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      <p n="597">Well said my Masters, and welcome all: To
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      <l n="599">Patience, good Lady, Wizards know their times:</l>
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      <l n="601">The time of Night when Troy was set on fire,</l>
      <l n="602">The time when Screech‑owles cry, and Bandogs howle,</l>
      <l n="603">And Spirits walke, and Ghosts breake vp their Graues;</l>
      <l n="604">That time best fits the worke we haue in hand.</l>
      <l n="605">Madame, sit you, and feare not: whom wee rayse,</l>
      <l n="606">Wee will make fast within a hallow'd Verge.</l>
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      <l rend="italic" n="607">Ad sum.</l>
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         <hi rend="italic">Asmath</hi>, by the eternall God,</l>
      <l n="609">Whose name and power thou tremblest at,</l>
      <l n="610">Answere that I shall aske: for till thou speake,</l>
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      <l n="613">First of the King: What shall of him be­
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      <speaker rend="italic">Spirit.</speaker>
      <l n="614">The Duke yet liues, that<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>shall depose:</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Bulling.</speaker>
      <l n="616">What fates await the Duke of Suffolke?</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Spirit.</speaker>
      <l n="617">By Water shall he dye, and take his end.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Bulling.</speaker>
      <l n="618">What shall befall the Duke of Somerset?</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Spirit.</speaker>
      <l n="619">Let him shun Castles,</l>
      <l n="620">Safer shall he be vpon the sandie Plaines,</l>
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      <l n="622">Haue done, for more I hardly can endure.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Bulling.</speaker>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="625">Lay hands vpon these Traytors, and their trash:</l>
      <l n="626">Beldam I thinke we watcht you at an ynch.</l>
      <l n="627">What Madame, are you there? the King &amp; Commonweale</l>
      <l n="628">Are deepely indebted for this peece of paines;</l>
      <l n="629">My Lord Protector will, I doubt it not,</l>
      <l n="630">See you well guerdon'd for these good deserts.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-2h6-ele">
      <speaker rend="italic">Elianor.</speaker>
      <l n="631">Not halfe so bad as thine to Englands King,</l>
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      <l n="633">True Madame, none at all: what call you this<c rend="italic">?</c>
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      <l n="634">Away with them, let them be clapt vp close,</l>
      <l n="635">And kept asunder: you Madame shall with vs.</l>
      <l n="636">
         <hi rend="italic">Stafford</hi>take her to thee.</l>
      <l n="637">Wee'le see your Trinkets here all forth‑comming.</l>
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      <l n="641">Now pray my Lord, let's see the Deuils Writ.</l>
      <l n="642">What haue we here?</l>
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      <l rend="italic" n="643">The Duke yet liues, that<hi rend="roman">Henry</hi>shall depose:</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="644">But him out‑liue, and dye a violent death.</l>
      <l n="645">Why this is iust,<hi rend="italic">Aio Æacida Romanos vincere posso.</hi>
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      <l n="646">Well, to the rest:</l>
      <l n="647">Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolke?</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="648">By Water shall he dye, and take his end.</l>
      <l n="649">What shall betide the Duke of Somerset?</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="650">Let him shunne Castles,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="651">Safer shall he be vpon the sandie Plaines,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="652">Then where Castles mounted stand.</l>
      <l n="653">Come, come, my Lords,</l>
      <l n="654">These Oracles are hardly attain'd,</l>
      <l n="655">And hardly vnderstood.</l>
      <l n="656">The King is now in progresse towards Saint<hi rend="italic">Albones</hi>,</l>
      <l n="657">With him, the Husband of this louely Lady:</l>
      <l n="658">Thither goes these Newes,</l>
      <l n="659">As fast as Horse can carry them:</l>
      <l n="660">A sorry Breakfast for my Lord Protector.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buck.</speaker>
      <l n="661">Your Grace shal giue me leaue, my Lord of York,</l>
      <l n="662">To be the Poste, in hope of his reward.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="663">At your pleasure, my good Lord.</l>
      <l n="664">Who's within there, hoe?</l>
      <stage rend="italic center" type="business">Enter a Seruingman.</stage>
      <l n="665">Inuite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick</l>
      <l n="666">To suppe with me to morrow Night. Away.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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