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Sufficeth, that I have maintains my state,
And sends the poor well pleased from my gate.

Cade. Here's the lord of the soil come to seize 'me for a stray, for entering his fee-simple without • leave. Ah, villain, thou wilt betray me, and get • a thousand crowns of the king for carrying my head to him; but I'll make thee eat iron like an

ostrich, and swallow my sword like a great pin, ere • thou and I part.

Iden. Why, rude companion, whatso'er thou be, "I know thee not; Why then should I betray thee?

Is't not enough, to break into my garden, • And, like a thief, to come to rob my grounds, • Climbing my walls in spite of me the owner, But thou wilt brave me with these saucy terms?

Cade. Brave thee? ay, by the best blood that ever was broached, and beard thee too. Look on me well: I have eat no meat these five days: yet, come thou and thy five men, and if I do not leave you all as dead as a door nail, I pray God, I may never eat grass more. Iden. Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while England

stands, That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent, Took odds to combat a poor famish'd man. • Oppose thy stedfast gazing eyes to mine,

See if thou canst outface me with thy looks. * Set limb to limb, and thou art far the lesser;

Thy hand is but a finger to my fist; • Thy leg a stick, compared with this truncheon; My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast; And if mine arm be heaved in the air, * Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth. ' As for more words, whose greatness answers words, · Let this my sword report what speech forbears.

* Cade. By my valour, the most complete cham* pion that ever I heard.— Steel, if thou turn the edge, or cut not out the burly-boned clown in chines of beef ere thou sleep in thy sheath, I beseech God on my knees, thou mayest be turned "to hobnails. (They fight. Cade falls.] O, I am • slain! famine, and no other, hath slain me: let 'ten thousand devils come against me, and give me but the ten meals I have lost, and I'd defy them all. Wither, garden; and be henceforth a bury'ing-place to all that do dwell in this house, because the unconquered soul of Cade is fled. Iden. Is't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous

traitor? • Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed, * And hang thee o'er my tomb, when I am dead: * Ne'er shall this blood be wiped from thy point; * But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat, * To emblaze the honour that thy master got.

Cade. 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 never feared any, am vanquished by famine, 'not by valour.

[Dies. * Iden. How much thou wrong'st me, heaven,

be my judge. * 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 soul to hell.*

3 How much thou wrong'st me,] That is, in supposing that I am proud of my victory.

4 So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell, &c.] Not to dwell upon the wickedness of this horrid wish, with which Iden debases his character, the whole speech is wild and confused. To draw a man by the heels, headlong, is somewhat difficult; nor can I discover how the dunghill would be his grave, if his trunk were left to be fed upon by crows. These I conceive not to be the faults of corruption but negligence, and therefore do not attempt correction.


· Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels
• Unto a dunghill, which shall be thy grave,
* And there cut off thy most ungracious head;
Which I will bear in triumph to the king,
Leaving thy trunk for cows to feed upon.

[Exit, dragging out the Body.

ACT V. SCENE I. The same. Fields between Dartford

and Blackheath.

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The King's Camp on one side. On the other, enter

YORK attended, with Drum and Colours: his Forces at some distance.

York. From Ireland thus comes York, to claim

his right, • And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head: • Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright, To entertain great England's lawful king. Ah, sancta majestas! who would not buy thee dear? • Let them obey, that know not how to rule; * This hand was made to handle nought but gold:

I cannot give due action to my words,
· Except a sword, or scepter, balance it."

A scepter shall it have, have I a soul;
On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France.

Enter BUCKINGHAM. Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me? • The king hath sent him, sure: I must dissemble.

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Buck. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee

well. · York. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy

greeting. Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure?

Buck. A messenger from Henry, our dread liege, To know the reason of these arms in peace; • Or why, thou-being a subject as I am,• Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn,

Should'st raise so great a power without his leave, • Or dare to bring thy force so near the court. York. Scarce can I speak, my choler is

so great. "O, I could hew up rocks, and fight with

flint, · I am so angry at these abject terms; * And now, like Ajax Telamonius, « On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury! Aside.

I am far better born than is the king;
More like a king, more kingly in my

• But I must make fair weather yet a while,
• Till Henry be more weak, and I more

strong:• O Buckingham, I pr’ythee thee, pardon me, · That I have given no answer all this while;

My mind was troubled with deep melancholy. • The cause why I have brought this army hither, Is—to remove proud Somerset from the king, Seditious to his grace, and to the state. Buck. That is too much presumption on thy

part: • But if thy arms be to no other end,

The king hath yielded unto thy demand; « The duke of Somerset is in the Tower.

York. Upon thine honour, is he prisoner?
Buck. Upon mine honour, he is prisoner.

York. Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my

powers. • Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves; • Meet me to-morrow in Saint George's field, "You shall have pay, and every thing you wish. * And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry, * Command my eldest son,-nay, all my sons, * As pledges of my fealty and love, * I'll send them all as willing as I live; * Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have * Is his to use, so Somerset may die.

Buck. York, I commend this kind submission: "We twain will go into his highness' tent.

Enter King Henry, attended. "K. Hen. Buckingham doth York intend no harm

to us, " That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm?

* York. In all submission and humility, * York doth present himself unto your highness. * K. Hen. Then what intend these forces thou

dost bring? York. To heave the traitor Somerset from

hence; And fight against that monstrous rebel, Cade, • Who since I heard to be discomfited.

Enter IDEN, with Cade's Head. Iden. If one so rude, and of so mean condition, May pass into the presence of a king, 'Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head, • The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew. K. Hen. The head of Cade?-Great God, how

just art thou !0, let me view his visage being dead, " That living wrought me such exceeding trouble.

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