Be counterpois'd with fuch a petty fum. 1 Gent. I'll give it, Sir, and therefore fpare my life. 2 Gent. And fo will I, and write home for it straight. Whit. I loft mine eye in laying the prize aboard, And therefore to revenge it fhalt thou die; [To Suffolk. And fo fhould thefe, if I might have my will. Capt. Be not fo rafh, take ranfom, let him live. Suf. Look on my George, I am a gentleman; Rate me at what thou wilt, thou fhalt be paid. Whit. And so am. I; my name is Walter Whitmore. How now? why start'ft thou? what, doth death affright? Suf. Thy name affrights me, in whofe found is death. A cunning man did calculate my birth, And told me, that by Water I should die. Yet let not this make thee be bloody minded, Thy name is Gualtier, being rightly founded. Whit. Gualtier or Walter, which it is I care not; Ne'er yet did base dishonour blur our name, But with our fword we wip'd away the blot. Therefore, when merchant-like 1 fell, revenge, Broke be my fword, my arms torn and defac'd. And I proclaim'd a coward through the world! Suf. Stay, Whitmore; for thy prifoner is a prince; The Duke of Suffolk, William de la Pole. Whit. The Duke of Suffolk muffled up in rags! Suf. Ay, but thefe rags are no part of the Duke. Jove fometimes went difguis'd, and why not I? Capt. But Jove was never flain, as thou shalt be. Suf. Obfcure and lowly fwain, King Henry's blood,. The honourable blood of Lancaster, Muft not be shed by fuch a jaded groom. Haft thou not kifs'd thy hand, and held my ftirrup? Fed from my trencher, kneel'd down at the board, And therefore fhall it charm thy riotous tongue. Whit Speak, Captain, fhafl I ftab the forlorn fwain ? Capt. First let my words ftab him, as he hath me. Suf. Bafe flave, thy words are blunt, and fo art thou. Capt. Convey him hence, and on our long-boat's fide Strike off his head. Suf. Thou dar'ft not for thy own. Ay, kennelpuddle-fink, whofe filth and dirt, And now the houfe of York (thruft from the crown Burns with revenging fire; whofe hopeful colours Suf. O, that I were a God, to fhoot forth thunder Upon these paltry, fervile, abject drudges! This villain here, Being captain of a pinnace, threatens more By fuch a lowly vaffal as thyfelf. Thy words move rage, and not remorfe in me: Whit. Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy death. Suf. Pana gelidus timor occupat artus: 'tis thee I fear. Whit. Thou fhalt have caufe to fear before I leave thee. What, are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop? 1 Gen. My gracious Lord, intreat him; peak him fair. Suf. Suffolk's imperial tongue is ftern and rough, With humble fuit: no; rather let my head More can I bear than you dare execute. Capt. Hale him away, and let him talk no more. A Roman fworder and Bandetto flave Murther'd sweet Tully; Brutus' bastard hand Pompey the Great; and Suffolk dies by pirates. [Exit Walter Whitmore with Suffolk. Capt And as for thofe whofe raniom we have fet, It is our pleasure one of them depart; Therefore come you with us, and let him go. Cic. de offic. lib. 2. cap. 11, [Ex. Captain and the rest. Manet the first Gent. Enter Whitmore with the body Whit. There let his head and lifeless body lie, Until the Queen his mistress bury it. [Exit Whit. 1 Gent.barbarous and bloody spectacle! His body will I bear unto the King: So will the Queen, that living held him dear. [Exit. SCENE II. Changes to Southwark. Enter Bevis and John Holland. Bevis. Come, and get thee a fword though made of a lath; they have been up these two days. Hol. They have the more need to fleep now then. Bevis. I tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier means to drefs the commonwealth, and turn it, and fet a new nap upon it. Hol. So he had need, for 'tis thread bare. Well, 1 fay, it was never a merry world in England fince gen. tlemen came up. Bevis. O miferable age! virtue is not regarded in handycraftsmen. Hol. The Nobility think scorn to go in leather aprons. Bevis. Nay more, the King's council are no good workmen. Hol. True; and yet is faid, Labour in thy vocation; which is as much as to fay, Let the magiftrates be labouring men; and therefore thould we be magiftrates. Bevis. Thou haft hit it; for there's no better fign of a brave mind than a hard hand, Hol- I see them, I fee them; there's Belt's fon, the tanner of Wingham. Bevis. He fhall have the fkins of our enemies to make dog's leather of. Hol. And Dick the butcher. Bevis. Then is fin ftruck down like an ox, and iniquity's throat cut like a calf. Hol And Smith the weaver.. Bevis. Argo, their thread of life is fpun Hol. Come, come, let's fall in with them. Drum, Enter Cade, Dick the butcher, Smith the wea ver, and a fawyer, with infinite numbers. Cade. We John Cade, fo term'd of our fuppofed father Dick. Or rather of stealing a cade of herrings. Cade. For our enemies fhall fall before us, infpired with the spirit of putting down kings and princes. Command filence. Dick. Silence. Cade. My father was a Mortimer. Dick. He was an honest man and a good bricklayer. Dick. I knew her well, the was a midwife. Dick. She was indeed a pedlar's daughter, and fold many laces. Weav. But now of late, not able to travel with her furr'd pack, she washes bucks here at home. Cade. Therefore am I of an honourable house. Dick. Ay, by my faith, the field is honourable; and there was he born under a hedge; for his father had never a house but the cage. Cade. Valiant I am. Weav. A' muft needs, for beggary is valiant. Dick. No queftion of that; for I have feen him whipp'd three market-days together. Cade. 1 fear neither sword nor fire. Weav. He need not fear the fword, for his coat is of proof *. Dick. But methinks he fhould ftand in fear of fire, being burnt i' th' hand for stealing of sheep. Cade. Be brave then; for your captain is brave, and Vows reformation. There fhall be in England feven halfpenny loaves fold for a penny; the three-hoop'd pot hall have ten hoops, and I will make it felony to drink fmall bear. All the realm fhall be in common, and in Cheapfide fhall my palfry go to grafs; and when I am King, as King I will be • A quibble intended between two fenfes of the word; one asbe ing able to refift, the other as being well tried, that is, long worn. |