Albons, Somerset
Margaret
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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
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
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.
Heere's the Lord of the soile come to seize me
for a stray, for entering his Fee‑simple without leaue. A
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.
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.
By my Valour: the most compleate Champi
on that euer I heard. Steele, if thou turne the edge, or
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.
O I am slaine, Famine and no other hath slaine me, let ten
thousand diuelles come against me, and giue me but the
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 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.
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<head type="supplied">[Act 4, Scene 10]</head>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Cade.</stage>
<sp who="#F-2h6-cad">
<speaker rend="italic">Cade.</speaker>
<p n="2726">Fye on Ambitions: fie on my selfe, that haue a
<lb n="2727"/>sword, and yet am ready to famish. These fiue daies haue
<lb n="2728"/>I hid me in these Woods, and durst not peepe out, for all
<lb n="2729"/>the Country is laid for me: but now am I so hungry, that
<lb n="2730"/>if I might haue a Lease of my life for a thousand yeares, I
<lb n="2731"/>could stay no longer. Wherefore on a Bricke wall haue
<lb n="2732"/>I climb'd into this Garden, to see if I can eate Grasse, or
<lb n="2733"/>picke a Sallet another while, which is not amisse to coole
<lb n="2734"/>a mans stomacke this hot weather: and I think this word
<lb n="2735"/>Sallet was borne to do me good: for many a time but for
<lb n="2736"/>a Sallet, my braine‑pan had bene cleft with a brown Bill;
<lb n="2737"/>and many a time when I haue beene dry, & brauely mar
<lb n="2738"/>ching, it hath serued me insteede of a quart pot to drinke
<lb n="2739"/>in: and now the word Sallet must serue me to feed on.</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Iden.</stage>
<sp who="#F-2h6-ide">
<speaker rend="italic">Iden.</speaker>
<l n="2740">Lord, who would liue turmoyled in the Court,</l>
<l n="2741">And may enioy such quiet walkes as these?</l>
<l n="2742">This small inheritance my Father left me,</l>
<l n="2743">Contenteth me, and worth a Monarchy.</l>
<l n="2744">I seeke not to waxe great by others warning,</l>
<l n="2745">Or gather wealth I care not with what enuy:</l>
<l n="2746">Sufficeth, that I haue maintaines my state,</l>
<l n="2747">And sends the poore well pleased from my gate.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h6-cad">
<speaker rend="italic">Cade.</speaker>
<p n="2748">Heere's the Lord of the soile come to seize me
<lb n="2749"/>for a stray, for entering his Fee‑simple without leaue. A
<lb n="2750"/>Villaine, thou wilt betray me, and get a 1000. Crownes
<lb n="2751"/>of the King by carrying my head to him, but Ile make
<lb n="2752"/>thee eate Iron like an Ostridge, and swallow my Sword
<lb n="2753"/>like a great pin ere thou and I part.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h6-ide">
<speaker rend="italic">Iden.</speaker>
<l n="2754">Why rude Companion, whatsoere thou be,</l>
<l n="2755">I know thee not, why then should I betray thee?</l>
<l n="2756">Is't not enough to breake into my Garden,</l>
<l n="2757">And like a Theefe to come to rob my grounds:</l>
<l n="2758">Climbing my walles inspight of me the Owner,</l>
<l n="2759">But thou wilt braue me with these sawcie termes?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h6-cad">
<speaker rend="italic">Cade.</speaker>
<p n="2760">Braue thee? I by the best blood that ever was
<lb n="2761"/>broach'd, and beard thee to. Looke on mee well, I haue
<lb n="2762"/>eate no meate these fiue dayes, yet come thou and thy
<lb n="2763"/>fiue men, and if I doe not leaue you all as dead as a doore
<lb n="2764"/>naile, I pray God I may never eate grasse more.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h6-ide">
<speaker rend="italic">Iden.</speaker>
<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>
</div>