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And if mine arm be heaved in the air,

• Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth.

'As for more words, whofe greatness answers words, 'Let this my fword report what speech forbears.

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"Cade. By my valour, the most complete champion "that ever I heard. Steel, if thou turn the edge, or cut not out the burly-boned clown in chines of beef cre ' thou sleep in thy sheath, I beseech God on my knees, 'thou may'st be turn'd to hobnails. [They fight. CADE falls.] O, I am flain! famine, and no other, hath flain me: let ten thousand devils come against me, and give · me but the ten meals I have loft, and I'd defy them all. 'Wither, garden; and be henceforth a burying-place to 'all that do dwell in this house, because the unconquer'd foul of Cade is fled.

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'Iden. Is't Cade that I have flain, that monftrous traitor?

Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed,

And hang thee o'er my tomb, when I am dead : "Ne'er fhall this blood be wiped from thy point; "But thou fhalt wear it as a herald's coat,

"To emblaze the honour that thy mafter got.

Cade. Iden, farewell; and be proud of thy victory : Tell Kent from me, the hath loft her best man, and 'exhort all the world to be cowards; for I, that never ' fear'd any, am vanquish'd by famine, not by valour.

[Dies. "Iden. How much thou wrong'ft me, heaven be my

judge.

"Die, damned wretch, the curfe of her that bare thee! "And as I thruft thy body with my fword, “So wish I, I might thrust thy foul to hell. 'Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels

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'Unto a dunghill, which fhall be thy grave,

And there cut off thy moft ungracious head; • Which I will bear in triumph to the king, Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon.

[Exit, dragging out the body.

ACT

ACT V. SCENE I.

The fame. Fields between Dartford and Blackheath.

The King's Camp on one fide. 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, fan&ta majeftas! who would not buy thee dear? Let them obey, that know not how to rule; This hand was made to handle naught but gold: 'I cannot give due action to my words, • Except a fword, or fcepter, balance it. A fcepter fhall it have, have I a foul;

On which I'll tofs the flower-de-luce of France.

Enter BUCKINGHAM.

'Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me? The king hath fent him, fure: I muft diffemble. 'Buck. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well. York. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greet

ing.

Art thou a meffenger, or come of pleasure ?

'Buck. A messenger from Henry, our dread liege,
To know the reafon of these arms in peace;
Or why, thou-being a fubject as I am,—
Against thy oath and true allegiance fworn,

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• Should't

Should'st raise fo 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 fo angry at these abject terms;

And now, like Ajax Telamonius,

• On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury ! I am far better born than is the king;

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More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts:
But I must make fair weather yet a while,

Till Henry be more weak, and I more strong. [ Afide.

• O Buckingham, I pr'ythee, 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 prefumption 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 prifoner?
Buck. Upon mine honour, he is prisoner.

• York. Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my powers.Soldiers, I thank you all; difperfe yourselves;

Meet me to-morrow in faint George's field,
You shall have pay, and every thing you wish.—
"And let my fovereign, virtuous Henry,
"Command my eldest fon,-nay, all my fons,

"As pledges of my fealty and love.
"I'll fend them all as willing as I live;

"Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have
"Is his to ufe, fo Somerset may die.

• Buck.

'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 fubmiffion and humility,

"York doth present himself unto your highness.

"K. Hen. Then what intend thefe forces thou doft bring?

6 York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence; 'And fight against that monstrous rebel, Cade, Who fince I heard to be discomfited.

Enter IDEN, with CADE's head.

• Iden. If one fo rude, and of fo 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 flew.

K. Hen. The head of Cade ?-Great God, how just art

thou!

O, let me view his visage being dead,

That living wrought me fuch exceeding trouble.

• Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that flew him? Iden. I was, an't like your majesty.

K. Hen. How art thou call'd? and what is thy degree?

• Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name;

A poor efquire of Kent, that loves his king. "Buck. So please it you, my lord, 'twere not amifs "He were created knight for his good fervice.

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