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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

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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

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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;
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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,
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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.
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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

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[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?
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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, Is to remoue proud Somerset from the King, Seditious to his Grace, and to the State.
Buc.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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,
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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?
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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?
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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,
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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,
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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:
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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,
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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;
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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.
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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 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
 

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      <l n="2765">Nay, it shall nere be said, while England stands,</l>
      <l n="2766">That<hi rend="italic">Alexander Iden</hi>an Esquire of Kent,</l>
      <l n="2767">Tooke oddes to combate a poore famisht man.</l>
      <l n="2768">Oppose thy stedfast gazing eyes to mine,</l>
      <l n="2769">See if thou canst out‑face me with thy lookes:</l>
      <l n="2770">Set limbe to limbe, and thou art farre the lesser:</l>
      <l n="2771">Thy hand is but a finger to my fist,</l>
      <l n="2772">Thy legge a sticke compared with this Truncheon,</l>
      <l n="2773">My foote shall fight with all the strength thou hast,</l>
      <l n="2774">And if mine arme be heaued in the Ayre,</l>
      <l n="2775">Thy graue is digged already in the earth:</l>
      <l n="2776">As for words, whose greatnesse answer's words,</l>
      <l n="2777">Let this my sword report what speech forbeares.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-cad">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cade.</speaker>
      <p n="2778">By my Valour: the most compleate Champi­
      <lb n="2779"/>on that euer I heard. Steele, if thou turne the edge, or
      <lb n="2780"/>cut not out the burly bon'd Clowne in chines of Beefe,
      <lb n="2781"/>ere thou sleepe in thy Sheath, I beseech Ioue on my knees
      <lb n="2782"/>thou mayst be turned to Hobnailes.</p>
      <stage rend="italic center" type="business">Heere they Fight.</stage>
      <p n="2783">O I am slaine, Famine and no other hath slaine me, let ten<cb n="2"/>
         
      <lb n="2784"/>thousand diuelles come against me, and giue me but the
      <lb n="2785"/>ten meales I haue lost, and I'de defie them all. Wither
      <lb n="2786"/>Garden, and be henceforth a burying place to all that do
      <lb n="2787"/>dwell in this house, because the unconquered soule of
      <lb n="2788"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Cade</hi>is fled.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-ide">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iden.</speaker>
      <l n="2789">Is't<hi rend="italic">Cade</hi>that I haue slain, that monstrous traitor?</l>
      <l n="2790">Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deede,</l>
      <l n="2791">And hang thee o're my Tombe, when I am dead.</l>
      <l n="2792">Ne're shall this blood be wiped from thy point,</l>
      <l n="2793">But thou shalt weare it as a Heralds coate,</l>
      <l n="2794">To emblaze the Honor that thy Master got.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-cad">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cade.</speaker>
      <p n="2795">
         <hi rend="italic">Iden</hi>farewell, and be proud of thy victory: Tell
      <lb n="2796"/>Kent from me, she hath lost her best man, and exhort all
      <lb n="2797"/>the World to be Cowards: For I that neuer feared any,
      <lb n="2798"/>am vanquished by Famine, not by Valour.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Dyes.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-ide">
      <speaker rend="italic">Id.</speaker>
      <l n="2799">How much thou wrong'st me, heauen be my iudge;</l>
      <l n="2800">Die damned Wretch, the curse of her that bare thee:</l>
      <l n="2801">And as I thrust thy body in with my sword,</l>
      <l n="2802">So wish I, I might thrust thy soule to hell.</l>
      <l n="2803">Hence will I dragge thee headlong by the heeles</l>
      <l n="2804">Vnto a dunghill, which shall be thy graue,</l>
      <l n="2805">And there cut off thy most vngracious head,</l>
      <l n="2806">Which I will beare in triumph to the King,</l>
      <l n="2807">Leaving thy trunke for Crowes to feed upon.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Yorke, and his Army of Irish, with
      <lb/>Drum and Colours.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yor.</speaker>
      <l n="2808">From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right,</l>
      <l n="2809">And plucke the Crowne from feeble<hi rend="italic">Henries</hi>head.</l>
      <l n="2810">Ring Belles alowd, burne Bonfires cleare and bright</l>
      <l n="2811">To entertaine great Englands lawfull King.</l>
      <l n="2812">Ah<hi rend="italic">Santa Maiestas</hi>! who would not buy thee deere?</l>
      <l n="2813">Let them obey, that knowes not how to Rule.</l>
      <l n="2814">This hand was made to handle nought but Gold.</l>
      <l n="2815">I cannot giue due action to my words,</l>
      <l n="2816">Except a Sword or Scepter ballance it.</l>
      <l n="2817">A Scepter shall it haue, haue I a soule,</l>
      <l n="2818">On which Ile tosse the Fleure‑de‑Luce of France.</l>
      <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Buckingham.</stage>
      <l n="2819">Whom haue we heere<c rend="italic">?</c>Buckingham to disturbe me?</l>
      <l n="2820">The king hath sent him sure: I must dissemble.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buc.</speaker>
      <l n="2821">Yorke, if thou meanest wel, I greet thee well.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yor.</speaker>
      <l n="2822">
         <hi rend="italic">Humfrey</hi>of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting.</l>
      <l n="2823">Art thou a Messenger, or come of pleasure.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buc.</speaker>
      <l n="2824">A Messenger from<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>, our dread Liege,</l>
      <l n="2825">To know the reason of these Armes in peace.</l>
      <l n="2826">Or why, thou being a Subiect, as I am,</l>
      <l n="2827">Against thy Oath, and true Allegeance sworne,</l>
      <l n="2828">Should raise so great a power without his leaue?</l>
      <l n="2829">Or dare to bring thy Force so neere the Court?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yor.</speaker>
      <l n="2830">Scarse can I speake, my Choller is so great.</l>
      <l n="2831">Oh I could hew up Rockes, and fight with Flint,</l>
      <l n="2832">I am so angry at these abiect tearmes.</l>
      <l n="2833">And now like<hi rend="italic">Aiax Telamonius</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2834">On Sheepe or Oxen could I spend my furie.</l>
      <l n="2835">I am farre better borne then is the king:</l>
      <l n="2836">More like a King, more Kingly in my thoughts.</l>
      <l n="2837">But I must make faire weather yet a while,</l>
      <l n="2838">Till<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>be more weake, and I more strong.</l>
      <l n="2839">Buckingham, I prethee pardon me,</l>
      <l n="2840">That I haue giuen no answer all this while:</l>
      <l n="2841">My minde was troubled with deepe Melancholly.</l>
      <l n="2842">The cause why I haue brought this Armie hither,</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0500-0.jpg" n="144"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="2843">Is to remoue proud Somerset from the King,</l>
      <l n="2844">Seditious to his Grace, and to the State.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buc.</speaker>
      <l n="2845">That is too much presumption on thy part:</l>
      <l n="2846">But if thy Armes be to no other end,</l>
      <l n="2847">The King hath yeelded vnto thy demand:</l>
      <l n="2848">The Duke of Somerset is in the Tower.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="2849">Vpon thine Honor is he Prisoner?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buck.</speaker>
      <l n="2850">Vpon mine Honor he is Prisoner.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="2851">Then Buckingham I do dismisse my Powres.</l>
      <l n="2852">Souldiers, I thanke you all: disperse your selues:</l>
      <l n="2853">Meet me to morrow in<choice>
            <abbr>S.</abbr>
            <expan>Saint</expan>
         </choice>Georges Field,</l>
      <l n="2854">You shall haue pay, and euery thing you wish.</l>
      <l n="2855">And let my Soueraigne, vertuous<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2856">Command my eldest sonne, nay all my sonnes,</l>
      <l n="2857">As pledges of my Fealtie and Loue,</l>
      <l n="2858">Ile send them all as willing as I liue:</l>
      <l n="2859">Lands, Goods, Horse, Armor, any thing I haue</l>
      <l n="2860">Is his to vse, so Somerset may die.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buc.</speaker>
      <l n="2861">Yorke, I commend this kinde submission,</l>
      <l n="2862">We twaine will go into his Highnesse Tent.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter King and Attendants.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2863">Buckingham, doth Yorke intend no harme to vs</l>
      <l n="2864">That thus he marcheth with thee arme in arme?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="2865">In all submission and humility,</l>
      <l n="2866">Yorke doth present himselfe vnto your Highnesse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">K.</speaker>
      <l n="2867">Then what intends these Forces thou dost bring?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yor.</speaker>
      <l n="2868">To heaue the Traitor Somerset from hence,</l>
      <l n="2869">And fight against that monstrous Rebell<hi rend="italic">Cade</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2870">Who since I heard to be discomfited.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Iden with Cades head.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-ide">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iden.</speaker>
      <l n="2871">If one so rude, and of so meane condition</l>
      <l n="2872">May passe into the presence of a King:</l>
      <l n="2873">Loe, I present your Grace a Traitors head,</l>
      <l n="2874">The head of<hi rend="italic">Cade</hi>, whom I in combat slew.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2875">The head of<hi rend="italic">Cade</hi>? Great God, how iust art thou?</l>
      <l n="2876">Oh let me view his Visage being dead,</l>
      <l n="2877">That liuing wrought me such exceeding trouble.</l>
      <l n="2878">Tell me my Friend, art thou the man that slew him?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-ide">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iden.</speaker>
      <l n="2879">I was, an't like your Maiesty.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2880">How art thou call'd? And what is thy degree?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-ide">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iden.</speaker>
      <l n="2881">
         <hi rend="italic">Alexander Iden</hi>, that's my name,</l>
      <l n="2882">A poore Esquire of Kent, that loues his King.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buc.</speaker>
      <l n="2883">So please it you my Lord, 'twere not amisse</l>
      <l n="2884">He were created Knight for his good seruice.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2885">
         <hi rend="italic">Iden</hi>, kneele downe, rise vp a Knight:</l>
      <l n="2886">We giue thee for reward a thousand Markes,</l>
      <l n="2887">And will, that thou henceforth attend on vs.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-ide">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iden.</speaker>
      <l n="2888">May<hi rend="italic">Iden</hi>liue to merit such a bountie,</l>
      <l n="2889">And neuer liue but true vnto his Liege.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Queene and Somerset.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">K.</speaker>
      <l n="2890">See Buckingham, Somerset comes with th'Queene,</l>
      <l n="2891">Go bid her hide him quickly from the Duke.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-mar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2892">For thousand Yorkes he shall not hide his head,</l>
      <l n="2893">But boldly stand, and front him to his face.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yor.</speaker>
      <l n="2894">How now? is Somerset at libertie?</l>
      <l n="2895">Then Yorke vnloose thy long imprisoned thoughts,</l>
      <l n="2896">And let thy tongue be equall with thy heart.</l>
      <l n="2897">Shall I endure the sight of Somerset<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
      <l n="2898">False King, why hast thou broken faith with me,</l>
      <l n="2899">Knowing how hardly I can brooke abuse?</l>
      <l n="2900">King did I call thee? No: thou art not King:</l>
      <l n="2901">Not fit to gouerne and rule multitudes,</l>
      <l n="2902">Which dar'st not, no nor canst not rule a Traitor.</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="2903">That Head of thine doth not become a Crowne:</l>
      <l n="2904">Thy Hand is made to graspe a Palmers staffe,</l>
      <l n="2905">And not to grace an awefull Princely Scepter.</l>
      <l n="2906">That Gold, must round engirt these browes of mine,</l>
      <l n="2907">Whose Smile and Frowne, like to<hi rend="italic">Achilles</hi>Speare</l>
      <l n="2908">Is able with the change, to kill and cure.</l>
      <l n="2909">Heere is a hand to hold a Scepter vp,</l>
      <l n="2910">And with the same to acte controlling Lawes:</l>
      <l n="2911">Giue place: by heauen thou shalt rule no more</l>
      <l n="2912">O're him, whom heauen created for thy Ruler.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-som">
      <speaker rend="italic">Som.</speaker>
      <l n="2913">O monstrous Traitor! I arrest thee Yorke</l>
      <l n="2914">Of Capitall Treason 'gainst the King and Crowne:</l>
      <l n="2915">Obey audacious Traitor, kneele for Grace.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">York.</speaker>
      <l n="2916">Wold'st haue me kneele? First let me ask of thee,</l>
      <l n="2917">If they can brooke I bow a knee to man:</l>
      <l n="2918">Sirrah, call in my sonne to be my bale:</l>
      <l n="2919">I know ere they will haue me go to Ward,</l>
      <l n="2920">They'l pawne their swords of my infranchisement.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-mar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2921">Call hither<hi rend="italic">Clifford</hi>, bid him come amaine,</l>
      <l n="2922">To say, if that the Bastard boyes of Yorke</l>
      <l n="2923">Shall be the Surety for their Traitor Father.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="2924">O blood‑bespotted Neopolitan,</l>
      <l n="2925">Out‑cast of<hi rend="italic">Naples</hi>, Englands bloody Scourge,</l>
      <l n="2926">The sonnes of Yorke, thy betters in their birth,</l>
      <l n="2927">Shall be their Fathers baile, and bane to those</l>
      <l n="2928">That for my Surety will refuse the Boyes.</l>
      <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Edward and Richard.</stage>
      <l n="2929">See where they come, Ile warrant they'l make it good.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Clifford.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-mar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2930">And here comes<hi rend="italic">Clifford</hi>to deny their baile.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-cli">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clif.</speaker>
      <l n="2931">Health, and all happinesse to my Lord the King.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yor.</speaker>
      <l n="2932">I thanke thee<hi rend="italic">Clifford</hi>: Say, what newes with thee?</l>
      <l n="2933">Nay, do not fright vs with an angry looke:</l>
      <l n="2934">We are thy Soueraigne<hi rend="italic">Clifford</hi>, kneele againe;</l>
      <l n="2935">For thy mistaking so, We pardon thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-cli">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clif.</speaker>
      <l n="2936">This is my King Yorke, I do not mistake,</l>
      <l n="2937">But thou mistakes me much to thinke I do,</l>
      <l n="2938">To Bedlem with him, is the man growne mad.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2939">I Clifford, a Bedlem and ambitious humor</l>
      <l n="2940">Makes him oppose himselfe against his King.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-cli">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clif.</speaker>
      <l n="2941">He is a Traitor, let him to the Tower,</l>
      <l n="2942">And chop away that factious pate of his.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-mar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2943">He is<choice>
            <orig>atrested</orig>
            <corr>arrested</corr>
         </choice>, but will not obey:</l>
      <l n="2944">His sonnes (he sayes) shall giue their words for him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yor.</speaker>
      <l n="2945">Will you not Sonnes?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-ed4">
      <speaker rend="italic">Edw.</speaker>
      <l n="2946">I Noble Father, if our words will serue.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-rpy">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2947">And if words will not, then our Weapons shal.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-cli">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clif.</speaker>
      <l n="2948">Why what a brood of Traitors haue we heere?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="2949">Looke in a Glasse, and call thy Image so.</l>
      <l n="2950">I am thy King, and thou a false‑heart Traitor:</l>
      <l n="2951">Call hither to the stake my two braue Beares,</l>
      <l n="2952">That with the very shaking of their Chaines,</l>
      <l n="2953">They may astonish these fell‑lurking Curres,</l>
      <l n="2954">Bid Salsbury and Warwicke come to me.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter the Earles of Warwicke, and
      <lb/>Salisbury.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-cli">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clif.</speaker>
      <l n="2955">Are these thy Beares? Wee'l bate thy Bears to death,</l>
      <l n="2956">And manacle the Berard in their Chaines,</l>
      <l n="2957">If thou dar'st bring them to the bayting place.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-rpy">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2958">Oft haue I seene a hot ore‑weening Curre,</l>
      <l n="2959">Run backe and bite, because he was with‑held,</l>
      <l n="2960">Who being suffer'd with the Beares fell paw,</l>
      <l n="2961">Hath clapt his taile, betweene his legges and cride,</l>
      <l n="2962">And such a peece of seruice will you do,</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0501-0.jpg" n="145"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="2963">If you oppose your selues to match Lord Warwicke.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-cli">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clif.</speaker>
      <l n="2964">Hence heape of wrath, foule indigested lumpe,</l>
      <l n="2965">As crooked in thy manners, as thy shape.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yor.</speaker>
      <l n="2966">Nay we shall heate you thorowly anon.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-cli">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clif.</speaker>
      <l n="2967">Take heede least by your heate you burne your
      <lb/>selues:</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2968">Why Warwicke, hath thy knee forgot to bow?</l>
      <l n="2969">Old Salsbury, shame to thy siluer haire,</l>
      <l n="2970">Thou mad misleader of thy brain‑sicke sonne,</l>
      <l n="2971">What wilt thou on thy death‑bed play the Russian?</l>
      <l n="2972">And seeke for sorrow with thy Spectacles<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
      <l n="2973">Oh where is Faith? Oh, where is Loyalty?</l>
      <l n="2974">If it be banisht from the frostie head,</l>
      <l n="2975">Where shall it finde a harbour in the earth?</l>
      <l n="2976">Wilt thou go digge a graue to finde out Warre,</l>
      <l n="2977">And shame thine honourable Age with blood?</l>
      <l n="2978">Why art thou old, and want'st experience?</l>
      <l n="2979">Or wherefore doest abuse it, if thou hast it?</l>
      <l n="2980">For shame in dutie bend thy knee to me,</l>
      <l n="2981">That bowes vnto the graue with mickle age.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-sal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sal.</speaker>
      <l n="2982">My Lord, I haue considered with my selfe</l>
      <l n="2983">The Title of this most renowned Duke,</l>
      <l n="2984">And in my conscience, do repute his grace</l>
      <l n="2985">The rightfull heyre to Englands Royall feate.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2986">Hast thou not sworne Allegeance vnto me?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-sal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sal.</speaker>
      <l n="2987">I haue.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ki.</speaker>
      <l n="2988">Canst thou dispense with heauen for such an oath?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-sal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sal.</speaker>
      <l n="2989">It is great sinne, to sweare vnto a sinne:</l>
      <l n="2990">But greater sinne to keepe a sinfull oath:</l>
      <l n="2991">Who can be bound by any solemne Vow</l>
      <l n="2992">To do a murd'rous deede, to rob a man,</l>
      <l n="2993">To force a spotlesse Virgins Chastitie,</l>
      <l n="2994">To reaue the Orphan of his Patrimonie,</l>
      <l n="2995">To wring the Widdow from her custom'd right,</l>
      <l n="2996">And haue no other reason for this wrong,</l>
      <l n="2997">But that he was bound by a solemne Oath?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-mar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2998">A subtle Traitor needs no Sophister.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2999">Call Buckingham, and bid him arme himselfe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="3000">Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast,</l>
      <l n="3001">I am resolu'd for death and dignitie.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-cli">
      <speaker rend="italic">Old Clif.</speaker>
      <l n="3002">The first I warrant thee, if dreames proue true</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">War.</speaker>
      <l n="3003">You were best to go to bed, and dreame againe,</l>
      <l n="3004">To keepe thee from the Tempest of the field.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-cli">
      <speaker rend="italic">Old Clif.</speaker>
      <l n="3005">I am resolu'd to beare a greater storme,</l>
      <l n="3006">Then any thou canst coniure vp to day:</l>
      <l n="3007">And that Ile write vpon thy Burgonet,</l>
      <l n="3008">Might I but know thee by thy housed Badge.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">War.</speaker>
      <l n="3009">Now by my Fathers badge, old<hi rend="italic">Neuils</hi>Crest,</l>
      <l n="3010">The rampant Beare chain'd to the ragged staffe,</l>
      <l n="3011">This day Ile weare aloft my Burgonet,</l>
      <l n="3012">As on a Mountaine top, the Cedar shewes,</l>
      <l n="3013">That keepes his leaues inspight of any storme,</l>
      <l n="3014">Euen io affright thee with the view thereof.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-cli">
      <speaker rend="italic">Old Clif.</speaker>
      <l n="3015">And from thy Burgonet Ile rend thy Beare,</l>
      <l n="3016">And tread it vnder foot with all contempt,</l>
      <l n="3017">Despight the Bearard, that protects the Beare.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-ycl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yo. Clif.</speaker>
      <l n="3018">And so to Armes victorious Father,</l>
      <l n="3019">To quell the Rebels, and their Complices.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-rpy">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="3020">Fie, Charitie for shame, speake not in spight,</l>
      <l n="3021">For you shall sup with Iesu Christ to night.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-ycl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yo Clif.</speaker>
      <l n="3022">Foule stygmaticke that's more then thou
      <lb/>canst tell.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h6-rpy">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ric.</speaker>
      <l n="3023">If not in heauen, you'l surely sup in hell.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt</stage>
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