Chapter XX: Act V: SCENE I. Coventry (3)

_Humphrey._ How now my Lord, why this is more then needs, Church-men so hote. Good vnckle can you doate. [dae020]

_Suffolke._ Why not Hauing so good a quarrell & so bad a
cause. [dae021]

_Humphrey._ As how, my Lord?

_Suffolke._ As you, my Lord. And it like your Lordly [dae023] Lords Protectorship.

_Humphrey._ Why Suffolke, England knowes thy insolence. ·dae025·

_Queene._ And thy ambition Gloster.

_King._ Cease gentle Queene, and whet not on these furious Lordes to wrath, for blessed are the peace-makers on earth.

_Card._ Let me be blessed for the peace I make, ·dae030· Against this proud Protector with my sword.

_Humphrey._ Faith holy vnckle, I would it were come to that.

_Cardinall._ Euen when thou darest. [dae033]

_Humphrey._ Dare. I tell rhee Priest, Plantagenets could neuer [dae034] brooke the dare. ·dae035·

_Card._ _I_ am Plantaganet as well as thou, and sonne to Iohn of [dae036] Gaunt.

_Humph._ In Bastardie.

_Cardin._ I scorne thy words.

_Humph._ Make vp no factious numbers, but euen in thine own person meete me at the East end of the groue.

_Card._ Heres my hand, I will. [dae042]

_King._ Why how now Lords?

_Card._ Faith Cousin Gloster, had not your man cast off so soone, we had had more sport to day, Come with thy swoord ·dae045· and buckler.

_Humphrey._ Faith Priest, Ile shaue your Crowne. [dae047]

_Cardinall._ Protector, protect thy selfe well.

_King._ The wind growes high, so doth your chollour Lords. [dae049]

Enter one crying, A miracle, a miracle.

How now, now sirrha, what miracle is it? [dae050]

_One._ And it please your grace, there is a man that came blinde to S. Albones, and hath receiued his sight at his shrine. [dae052]

_King._ Goe fetch him hither, that wee may glorifie the Lord [dae053] with him.

Enter the Maior of Saint Albones and his brethren with Musicke,
bearing the man that had bene blind, betweene two in a chaire.

_King._ Thou happie man, giue God eternall praise, ·dae055· For he it is, that thus hath helped thee.

_Humphrey._ Where wast thou borne? [dae057]

_Poore man._ At _Barwicke_ sir, in the North. [dae058]

_Humph._ At _Barwicke_, and come thus far for helpe. [dae059]

_Poore man._ I sir, it was told me in my sleepe, [dae060] That sweet saint Albones, should giue me my sight againe.

_Humphrey._ What art thou lame too? [dae062]

_Poore man._ I indeed sir, God helpe me. [dae063]

_Humphrey._ How cam’st thou lame?

_Poore man._ With falling off on a plum-tree. [dae065]

_Humph._ Wart thou blind & wold clime plumtrees? [dae066]

_Poore man._ Neuer but once sir in all my life, My wife did long for plums.

_Humph._ But tell me, wart thou borne blinde? [dae069]

_Poore man._ _I_ truly sir. ·dae070·

_Woman._ I indeed sir, he was borne blinde.

_Humphrey._ What art thou his mother? [dae072]

_Woman._ His wife sir.

_Humphrey._ Hadst thou bene his mother, Thou couldst haue better told. ·dae075· Why let me see, I thinke thou canst not see yet.

_Poore man._ Yes truly maister, as cleare as day.

_Humphrey._ Saist thou so. What colours his cloake? [dae078]

_Poore man._ Why red maister, as red as blood. [dae079]

_Humphrey._ And his cloake? ·dae080·

_Poore man._ Why thats greene. [dae081]

_Humphrey._ And what colours his hose?

_Poore man._ Yellow maister, yellow as gold.

_Humphrey._ And what colours my gowne? [dae084]

_Poore man._ Blacke sir, as blacke as Ieat. ·dae085·

_King._ Then belike he knowes what colour Ieat is on.

_Suffolke._ And yet _I_ thinke Ieat did he neuer see. [dae087]

_Humph._ But cloakes and gownes ere this day many a (one. But tell me sirrha, whats my name? [dae089]

_Poore man._ Alasse maister I know not. ·dae090·

_Humphrey._ Whats his name? [dae091]

_Poore man._ _I_ know not.

_Humphrey._ Nor his?

_Poore man._ No truly sir.

_Humphrey_ Nor his name? ·dae095·

_Poore man_ No indeed maister.

_Humphrey_ Whats thine owne name? [dae097]

_Poore man._ _Sander_, and it please you maister.

_Humphrey._ Then Sander sit there, the lyingest knaue in Christendom. If thou hadst bene born blind, thou mightest aswell haue [dae100] knowne all our names, as thus to name the seuerall colours we doo weare. Sight may distinguish of colours, but sodeinly to nominate them all, it is impossible. My Lords, saint Albones here hath done a [dae103] Miracle, and would you not thinke his cunning to be great, that could restore this Cripple to his legs againe. [dae105]

_Poore man._ Oh maister I would you could.

_Humphrey._ My Maisters of saint Albones, [dae107] Haue you not Beadles in your Towne, And things called whippes?

_Mayor._ Yes my Lord, if it please your grace. ·dae110·

_Humph._ Then send for one presently.

_Mayor._ Sirrha, go fetch the Beadle hither straight.
_Exet_ one.

_Humph._ Now fetch me a stoole hither by and by. Now sirrha, If you meane to saue your selfe from whipping, Leape me ouer this stoole and runne away. ·dae115·

Enter Beadle.

_Poore man._ Alasse maister I am not able to stand alone, You go about to torture me in vaine.

_Humph._ Well sir, we must haue you finde your legges. Sirrha Beadle, whip him till he leape ouer that same stoole.

_Beadle._ I will my Lord, come on sirrha, off with your doublet
quickly. ·dae120·

_Poore man._ Alas maister what shall _I_ do, I am not able to
stand. [dae122]

After the Beadle hath hit him one girke, he leapes ouer the stoole
and runnes away, and they run after him, crying, A miracle, a
miracle.

_Hump._ Amiracle, a miracle, let him be taken againe, & whipt through euery Market Towne til he comes at Barwicke where he was borne. ·dae125·

_Mayor._ It shall be done my Lord. _Exet_ Mayor.

_Suffolke._ My Lord Protector hath done wonders to day, He hath made the blinde to see, and halt to go. [dae128]

_Humph._ I but you did greater wonders, when you made whole [dae129] Dukedomes flie in a day. ·dae130· Witnesse _France_.

_King._ Haue done I say, and let me here no more of that. [dae132]

Enter the Duke of _Buckingham_.

What newes brings Duke Humprey of Buckingham? [dae133]

_Buck._ Ill newes for some my Lord, and this it is, That proud dame Elnor our Protectors wife, ·dae135· Hath plotted Treasons gainst the King and Peeres, By wichcrafts, sorceries, and cuniurings, Who by such meanes did raise a spirit vp, To tell her what hap should betide the state, But ere they had finisht their diuellish drift, ·dae140· By Yorke and my selfe they were all surprisde, And heres the answere the diuel did make to them.

_King._ First of the King, what shall become of him?

_Reads._ The Duke yet liues, that Henry shal depose, Yet him out liue, and die a violent death. [dae145] Gods will be done in all. What fate awaits the Duke of Suffolke? By water shall he die and take his end.

_Suffolke._ By water must the Duke of Suffolke die? [dae149] It must be so, or else the diuel doth lie. ·dae150·

_King._ Let Somerset shun Castles, For safer shall he be vpon the sandie plaines, Then where Castles mounted stand.

_Card._ Heres good stuffe, how now my Lord Protector [dae154] This newes I thinke hath turnde your weapons point, ·dae155· I am in doubt youle scarsly keepe your promise.

_Humphrey._ Forbeare ambitious Prelate to vrge my griefe, And pardon me my gratious Soueraigne, For here I sweare vnto your Maiestie, That I am guiltlesse of these hainous crimes ·dae160· Which my ambitious wife hath falsly done, And for she would betraie her soueraigne Lord, I here renounce her from my bed and boord, And leaue her open for the law to iudge, Vnlesse she cleare her selfe of this foule deed. ·dae165·

_King._ Come my Lords this night weele lodge in S. Albones, And to morrow we will ride to London, And trie the vtmost of these Treasons forth, Come vnckle Gloster along with vs, My mind doth tell me thou art innocent. _Exet omnes._ [dae170]

SCENE VI.

Enter the Duke of _Yor_k_e_, and the Earles of _Salsbury_ and _Warwicke_.

_Yorke._ My Lords our simple supper ended, thus, [daf001] Let me reueale vnto your honours here, The right and title of the house of Yorke, To Englands Crowne by liniall desent.

_War._ Then Yorke begin, and if thy claime be good, ·daf005· The Neuils are thy subiects to command.

_Yorke._ Then thus my Lords. Edward the third had seuen sonnes, The first was Edward the blacke Prince, Prince of Wales. ·daf010· The second was Edmund of Langly, [daf011] Duke of Yorke. The third was Lyonell Duke of Clarence. The fourth was Iohn of Gaunt, The Duke of Lancaster. ·daf015· The fifth was Roger Mortemor, Earle of March. The sixt was sir Thomas of Woodstocke, William of Winsore was the seuenth and last.

Now, Edward the blacke Prince he died before his father, and left behinde him Richard, that afterwards was King, Crownde by ·daf020· the name of Richard the second, and he died without an heire. Edmund of Langly Duke of Yorke died, and left behind him two daughters, Anne and Elinor.

Lyonell Duke of Clarence died, and left behinde Alice, Anne, and Elinor, that was after married to my father, and by her I ·daf025· claime the Crowne, as the true heire to Lyonell Duke of Clarence, the third sonne to Edward the third. Now sir. In the [daf027] time of Richards raigne, Henry of Bullingbrooke, sonne and heire [daf028] to Iohn of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster fourth sonne to Edward the third, he claimde the Crowne, deposde the Merthfull King, and ·daf030· as both you know, in Pomphret Castle harmlesse Richard was [daf031] shamefully murthered, and so by Richards death came the house of Lancaster vnto the Crowne.

_Sals._ Sauing your tale my Lord, as I haue heard, in the raigne of Bullenbrooke, the Duke of Yorke did claime the Crowne, and ·daf035· but for Owin Glendor, had bene King. [daf036]

_Yorke._ True. But so it fortuned then, by meanes of that monstrous rebel Glendor, the noble Duke of York was done to death, and so euer since the heires of Iohn of Gaunt haue possessed the Crowne. But if the issue of the elder should sucseed before the issue [daf040] of the yonger, then am I lawfull heire vnto the kingdome.

_Warwicke._ What plaine proceedings can be more plaine, hee [daf042] claimes it from Lyonel Duke of Clarence, the third sonne to Edward the third, and Henry from Iohn of Gaunt the fourth sonne. So that till Lyonels issue failes, his should not raigne. It failes not ·daf045· yet, but florisheth in thee & in thy sons, braue slips of such a stock. Then noble father, kneele we both togither, and in this priuate place, be we the first to honor him with birthright to the Crown.

_Both._ Long liue Richard Englands royall King.

_Yorke._ I thanke you both. But Lords I am not your King, vntil ·daf050· this sword be sheathed euen in the hart blood of the house of Lancaster.

_War._ Then Yorke aduise thy selfe and take thy time, Claime thou the Crowne, and set thy standard vp, And in the same aduance the milke-white Rose, ·daf055· And then to gard it, will I rouse the Beare, [daf056] Inuiron’d with ten thousand Ragged-staues To aide and helpe thee for to win thy right, Maugre the proudest Lord of Henries blood, [daf059] That dares deny the right and claime of Yorke, ·daf060· For why my minde presageth I shall liue [daf061] To see the noble Duke of Yorke to be a King.

_Yorke._ Thanks noble Warwicke, and Yorke doth hope to see, The Earl of Warwicke liue, to be the greatest man in England, but the King. Come lets goe. _Exet omnes._ [daf065]

SCENE VII.

Enter King _Henry_, and the Queene, Duke _Humphrey_, the Duke of _Suffolke_, and the Duke of _Buckingham_, the _Cardinall_, and Dame _Elnor Cobham_, led with the Officers, and then enter to them the Duke of _Yorke_, and the Earles of _Salsbury_ and _Warwicke_.

_King._ Stand foorth Dame Elnor Cobham Duches of Gloster, [dag001] and here the sentence pronounced against thee for these Treasons, [dag002] that thou hast committed gainst vs, our States and Peeres. [dag003]

First for thy hainous crimes, thou shalt two daies in London do [dag004] penance barefoote in the streetes, with a white sheete about thy ·dag005· bodie, and a waxe Taper burning in thy hand. That done, thou shalt be banished for euer into the Ile of Man, there to ende thy wretched daies, and this is our sentence erreuocable. Away with [dag008] her.

_Elnor._ Euen to my death, for I haue liued too long. ·dag010·
_Exet_ some with _Elnor_.

_King._ Greeue not noble vnckle, but be thou glad, In that these Treasons thus are come to light, Least God had pourde his vengeance on thy head, [dag013] For her offences that thou heldst so deare.

_Humph._ Oh gratious _Henry_, giue me leaue awhile, [dag015] To leaue your grace, and to depart away, For sorrowes teares hath gripte my aged heart, And makes the fountaines of mine eyes to swell, And therefore good my Lord, let me depart.

_King._ With all my hart good vnkle, when you please, [dag020] Yet ere thou goest, _Humphrey_ resigne thy staffe, For Henry will be no more protected, The Lord shall be my guide both for my land and me.

_Humph._ My staffe, I noble Henry, my life and all. [dag024] My staffe, I yeeld as willing to be thine, [dag025] As erst thy noble father made it mine, [dag026] And euen as willing at thy feete I leaue it, As others would ambitiously receiue it, And long hereafter when I am dead and gone, May honourable peace attend thy throne. ·dag030·

_King._ Vnkle Gloster, stand vp and go in peace, No lesse beloued of vs, then when Thou weart Protector ouer my land. _Exet Gloster._ [dag033]

_Queene._ Take vp the staffe, for here it ought to stand, Where should it be, but in King Henries hand? ·dag035·

_Yorke._ Please it your Maiestie, this is the day That was appointed for the combating Betweene the Armourer and his man, my Lord, And they are readie when your grace doth please.

_King._ Then call them forth, that they may trie their
rightes. ·dag040·

Enter at one doore the Armourer and his neighbours, drinking to him
so much that he is drunken, and he enters with a drum before him,
and his staffe with a sand-bag fastened to it, and at the other
doore, his man with a drum and sand-bagge, and Prentises drinking
to him.

_1. Neighbor._ Here neighbor Hornor, I drink to you in a cup of (Sacke. [dag041] And feare not neighbor, you shall do well inough.

_2. Neigh._ And here neighbor, heres a cup of Charneco. [dag043]

_3. Neigh._ Heres a pot of good double beere, neighbor drinke [dag044] And be merry, and feare not your man. ·dag045·

_Armourer._ Let it come, yfaith ile pledge you all, And a figge for Peter.

_1. Prentise._ Here Peter I drinke to thee, and be not
affeard. [dag048]

_2. Pren._ Here Peter, heres a pinte of Claret-wine for
thee. [dag049]

_3. Pren._ And heres a quart for me, and be merry Peter, ·dag050· And feare not thy maister, fight for credit of the Prentises.

_Peter._ I thanke you all, but ile drinke no more, Here Robin, and if I die, here I giue thee my hammer, And Will, thou shalt haue my aperne, and here Tom, Take all the mony that I haue. [dag055]

O Lord blesse me, I pray God, for I am neuer able to deale with my maister, he hath learnt so much fence alreadie. [dag057]

_Salb._ Come leaue your drinking, and fall to blowes. Sirrha, whats thy name? [dag059]

_Pettr._ Peter forsooth. ·dag060·

_Salbury._ Peter, what more?

_Peter._ _Thumpe_.

_Salsbury._ Thumpe, then see that thou thumpe thy maister.

_Armour._ Heres to thee neighbour, fill all the pots again, for before [dag064] we fight, looke you, I will tell you my minde, for I am come ·dag065· hither as it were of my mans instigation, to proue my selfe an honest [dag066] man, and Peter a knaue, and so haue at you Peter with downright blowes, as Beuys of South-hampton fell vpon Askapart.

_Peter._ Law you now, I told you hees in his fence alreadie. [dag069]
Alarmes, and Peter hits him on the head and fels him.

_Armou._ Hold Peter, I confesse, Treason, treason. He dies. ·dag070·

_Peter._ O God I giue thee praise. He kneeles downe.

_Pren._ Ho well done Peter. God saue the King.

_King._ Go take hence that Traitor from our sight, For by his death we do perceiue his guilt, And God in iustice hath reuealde to vs, ·dag075· The truth and innocence of this poore fellow, Which he had thought to haue murthered wrongfully. Come fellow, follow vs for thy reward. _Exet omnis._ [dag078]

SCENE VIII.

Enter Duke _Humphrey_ and his men, in mourning cloakes.

_Humph._ Sirrha, whats a clocke? [dah001]

_Seruing._ Almost ten my Lord.

_Humph._ Then is that wofull houre hard at hand, That my poore Lady should come by this way, In shamefull penance wandring in the streetes, ·dah005· Sweete Nell, ill can thy noble minde abrooke, The abiect people gazing on thy face, With enuious lookes laughing at thy shame, That earst did follow thy proud Chariot wheeles, When thou didst ride in tryumph through the streetes. ·dah010·

Enter Dame _Elnor Cobham_, bare-foote, and a white sheete about
her, with a waxe candle in her hand, and verses written on her
backe and pind on, and accompanied with the Sheriffes of London,
and Sir _Iohn Standly_, and Officers, with billes and holbards.

_Seruing._ My gratious Lord, see where my Lady comes, Please it your grace, weele take her from the Sheriffes?

_Humph._ I charge you for your liues stir not a foote, Nor offer once to draw a weapon here, But let them do their office as they should. ·dah015·

_Elnor._ Come you my Lord to see my open shame? Ah Gloster, now thou doest penance too, [dah017] See how the giddie people looke at thee, Shaking their heads, and pointing at thee heere, Go get thee gone, and hide thee from their sights, ·dah020· And in thy pent vp studie rue my shame, And ban thine enemies. Ah mine and thine.

_Hum._ Ah Nell, sweet Nell, forget this extreme grief, And beare it patiently to ease thy heart.

_Elnor._ Ah Gloster teach me to forget my selfe, ·dah025· For whilst I thinke I am thy wedded wife, Then thought of this, doth kill my wofull heart. [dah027] The ruthlesse flints do cut my tender feete, And when I start the cruell people laugh, And bids me be aduised how I tread, ·dah030· And thus with burning Taper in my hand, Malde vp in shame with papers on my backe, Ah, Gloster, can I endure this and liue. [dah033] Sometime ile say I am Duke _Humphreys_ wife, And he a Prince, Protector of the land, ·dah035· But so he rulde, and such a Prince he was, As he stood by, whilst I his forelorne Duches Was led with shame, and made a laughing stocke, To euery idle rascald follower. [dah039]

_Humphrey._ My louely Nell, what wouldst thou haue me do? ·dah040· Should I attempt to rescue thee from hence, I should incurre the danger of the law, And thy disgrace would not be shadowed so.

_Elnor._ Be thou milde, and stir not at my disgrace, Vntill the axe of death hang ouer thy head, [dah045] As shortly sure it will. For Suffolke he, The new made Duke, that may do all in all With her that loues him so, and hates vs all, And impious Yorke and Bewford that false Priest, Haue all lymde bushes to betraie thy wings, ·dah050· And flie thou how thou can they will intangle thee. [dah051]

Enter a Herald of Armes.

_Herald._ I summon your Grace, vnto his highnesse Parlament holden at saint Edmunds-Bury, the first of the next month. [dah053]

_Humphrey._ A Parlament and our consent neuer craude Therein before. This is sodeine. [dah055] Well, we will be there. _Exet. Herald._

Maister Sheriffe, I pray proceede no further against my
Lady, then the course of law extendes.

_Sheriffe._ Please it your grace, my office here doth end, And I must deliuer her to sir Iohn Standly, [dah060] To be conducted into the Ile of Man.

_Humphrey._ Must you sir Iohn conduct my Lady?

_Standly._ _I_ my gratious Lord, for so it is decreede, [dah063] And _I_ am so commanded by the King.

_Humph._ _I_ pray you sir Iohn, vse her neare the worse, [dah065] In that _I_ intreat you to vse her well. The world may smile againe and I may liue, To do you fauour if you do it her, And so sir Iohn farewell.

_Elnor._ What gone my Lord, and bid me not farwell? [dah070]

_Humph._ Witnesse my bleeding heart, I cannot stay to speake.
_Exet Hnmphrey_ and his men.

_Elnor._ Then is he gone, is noble Gloster gone, And doth Duke Humphrey now forsake me too? Then let me haste from out faire Englands boundes, Come Standly come, and let vs haste away. ·dah075·

_Standly._ Madam lets go vnto some house hereby, [dah076] Where you may shift your selfe before we go.

_Elnor._ Ah good sir Iohn, my shame cannot be hid, Nor put away with casting off my sheete: But come let vs go, maister Sheriffe farewell, ·dah080· Thou hast but done thy office as thou shoulst. [dah081] _Exet omnes._

SCENE IX.

Enter to the Parlament.

Enter two Heralds before, then the Duke of _Buckingham_, and the Duke of _Suffolke_, and then the Duke of _Yorke_, and the _Cardinall_ of _Winchester_, and then the King and the Oueene, and then the Earle of _Salisbury_, and the Earle of _Warwicke_.

_King._ I wonder our vnkle Gloster staies so long. [dai001]

_Queene._ Can you not see, or will you not perceiue, [dai002] How that ambitious Duke doth vse himselfe? The time hath bene, but now that time is past. [dai004] That none so humble as Duke Humphrey was. ·dai005· But now let one meete him euen in the morne, When euery one will giue the time of day, And he will neither moue nor speake to vs. [dai008] See you not how the Commons follow him [dai009] In troupes, crying, God saue the good Duke Humphrey, ·dai010· And with long life, Iesus preserue his grace, [dai011] Honouring him as if he were their King. [dai012] Gloster is no litle man in England, And if he list to stir commotions, Tys likely that the people will follow him. ·dai015· My Lord, if you imagine there is no such thing, Then let it passe, and call it a womans feare. [dai017] My Lord of Suffolke, Buckingham, and Yorke, Disproue my Alligations if you can, [dai019] And by your speeches, if you can reproue me, ·dai020· I will subscribe and say, I wrong’d the Duke.

_Suffol._ Well hath your grace foreseen into that Duke, And if I had bene licenst first to speake, I thinke I should haue told your graces tale. Smooth runs the brooke whereas the streame is deepest ·dai025· No, no, my soueraigne, Gloster is a man Vnsounded yet, and full of deepe deceit.

Enter the Duke of _Somerset_.

_King._ Welcome Lord Somerset, what newes from France?

_Somer._ Cold newes my Lord, and this it is, That all your holds and Townes within those Territores [dai030] Is ouercome my Lord, all is lost.

_King._ Cold newes indeed Lord Somerset, But Gods will be done.

_Yorke._ Cold newes for me, for I had hope of France, Euen as I haue of fertill England. ·dai035·

Enter Duke _Humphrey_.

_Hum._ Pardon my liege, that I haue staid so long.

_Suffol._ Nay, Gloster know, that thou art come too soone, Vnlesse thou proue more loyall then thou art, We do arrest thee on high treason here.

_Humph._ Why Suffolkes Duke thou shalt not see me blush ·dai040· Nor change my countenance for thine arrest, Whereof am I guiltie, who are my accusers? [dai042]

_York._ Tis thought my lord, your grace tooke bribes from France, And stopt the soldiers of their paie, By which his Maiestie hath lost all France. [dai045]

_Humph._ Is it but thought so, and who are they that thinke so? [dai046] So God helpe me, as I haue watcht the night [dai047] Euer intending good for England still, That penie that euer I tooke from France, Be brought against me at the iudgement day. ·dai050· I neuer robd the soldiers of their paie, Many a pound of mine owne propper cost Haue I sent ouer for the soldiers wants, Because I would not racke the needie Commons.

_Car._ In your Protectorship you did deuise ·dai055· Strange torments for offendors, by which meanes [dai056] England hath bene defamde by tyrannie.

_Hum._ Why tis wel knowne that whilst I was protector Pitie was all the fault that was in me, A murtherer or foule felonous theefe, [dai060] That robs and murthers silly passengers, [dai061] I tortord aboue the rate of common law. [dai062]

_Suffolk._ Tush my Lord, these be things of no account, But greater matters are laid vnto your charge, I do arrest thee on high treason here, ·dai065· And commit thee to my good Lord Cardinall, Vntill such time as thou canst cleare thy selfe.

_King._ Good vnkle obey to his arrest, _I_ haue no doubt but thou shalt cleare thy selfe, My conscience tels me thou art innocent. ·dai070·

_Hump._ Ah gratious Henry these daies are dangerous, And would my death might end these miseries, And staie their moodes for good King Henries sake, But I am made the Prologue to their plaie, And thousands more must follow after me, ·dai075· That dreads not yet their liues destruction. Suffolkes hatefull tongue blabs his harts malice, [dai077] Bewfords firie eyes showes his enuious minde, Buckinghams proud lookes bewraies his cruel thoughts, And dogged Yorke that leuels at the Moone ·dai080· Whose ouerweening arme _I_ haue held backe. All you haue ioynd to betraie me thus: And you my gratious Lady and soueraigne mistresse, Causelesse haue laid complaints vpon my head, I shall not want false witnesses inough, [dai085] That so amongst you, you may haue my life. The Prouerbe no doubt will be well performde, [dai087] A staffe is quickly found to beate a dog.

_Suffolke._ Doth he not twit our soueraigne Lady here, As if that she with ignomious wrong, [dai090] Had sobornde or hired some to sweare against his life. [dai091]

_Queene._ I but I can giue the loser leaue to speake. [dai092]

_Humph._ Far truer spoke then ment, I loose indeed, Beshrow the winners hearts, they plaie me false. [dai094]

_Buck._ Hele wrest the sence and keep vs here all day, ·dai095· My Lord of Winchester, see him sent away.

_Car._ Who’s within there? Take in Duke Humphrey, And see him garded sure within my house.

_Humph._ O! thus King Henry casts away his crouch, Before his legs can beare his bodie vp, ·dai100· And puts his watchfull shepheard from his side, Whilst wolues stand snarring who shall bite him first. Farwell my soueraigne, long maist thou enjoy, Thy fathers happie daies free from annoy. _Exet Humphrey_, with the _Cardinals_ men.

_King._ My Lords what to your wisdoms shal seem best, ·dai105· Do and vndo as if our selfe were here.

_Queen._ What wil your highnesse leaue the Parlament?

_King._ I Margaret. My heart is kild with griefe, [dai108] Where I may sit and sigh in endlesse mone, For who’s a Traitor, Gloster he is none. [dai110] _Exet King, Salsbury_, and _Warwicke_.

_Queene._ Then sit we downe againe my Lord Cardinall, Suffolke, Buckingham, Yorke, and Somerset. Let vs consult of proud Duke Humphries fall. In mine opinion it were good he dide, For safetie of our King and Common-wealth. ·dai115·

_Suffolke._ And so thinke _I_ Madame, for as you know, If our King Henry had shooke hands with death, Duke Humphrey then would looke to be our King: And it may be by pollicie he workes, To bring to passe the thing which now we doubt, ·dai120· The Foxe barkes not when he would steale the Lambe, But if we take him ere he do the deed, We should not question if that he should liue. No. Let him die, in that he is a Foxe, [dai124] Least that in liuing he offend vs more. [dai125]

_Car._ Then let him die before the Commons know, For feare that they do rise in Armes for him.

_Yorke._ Then do it sodainly my Lords.

_Suffol._ Let that be my Lord Cardinals charge & mine.

_Car._ Agreed, for hee’s already kept within my house. ·dai130·

Enter a Messenger.

_Queene._ How now sirrha, what newes?

_Messen._ Madame I bring you newes from Ireland, The wilde Onele my Lords, is vp in Armes, [dai133] With troupes of Irish Kernes that vncontrold, [dai134] Doth plant themselues within the English pale. [dai135]

_Queene._ What redresse shal we haue for this my Lords?

_Yorke._ Twere very good that my Lord of Somerset [dai137] That fortunate Champion were sent ouer, And burnes and spoiles the Country as they goe. [dai139] To keepe in awe the stubborne Irishmen, ·dai140· He did so much good when he was in France.

_Somer._ Had Yorke bene there with all his far fetcht Pollices, he might haue lost as much as I. [dai143]

_Yorke._ I, for Yorke would haue lost his life before [dai144] That France should haue reuolted from Englands rule. [dai145]

_Somer._ I so thou might’st, and yet haue gouernd worse then I.

_York._ What worse then nought, then a shame take all. [dai147]

_Somer._ Shame on thy selfe, that wisheth shame.

_Queene._ Somerset forbeare, good Yorke be patient, And do thou take in hand to crosse the seas, ·dai150· With troupes of Armed men to quell the pride Of those ambitious Irish that rebell.

_Yorke._ Well Madame sith your grace is so content, Let me haue some bands of chosen soldiers, And Yorke shall trie his fortune against those kernes. [dai155]

_Queene._ Yorke thou shalt. My Lord of Buckingham, [dai156] Let it be your charge to muster vp such souldiers As shall suffise him in these needfull warres.

_Buck._ Madame I will, and leauie such a band [dai159] As soone shall ouercome those Irish Rebels, ·dai160· But Yorke, where shall those soldiers staie for thee?

_Yorke._ At Bristow, I wil expect them ten daies hence. [dai162]

_Buc._ Then thither shall they come, and so farewell.
_Exet Buckingham._

_Yorke._ Adieu my Lord of Buckingham.

_Queene._ Suffolke remember what you haue to do. ·dai165· And you Lord Cardinall concerning Duke Humphrey, Twere good that you did see to it in time, [dai167] Come let vs go, that it may be performde. [dai168] _Exet omnis, Manit Yorke._

_York._ Now York bethink thy self and rowse thee vp. Take time whilst it is offered thee so faire, ·dai170· Least when thou wouldst, thou canst it not attaine, [dai171] Twas men I lackt, and now they giue them me, [dai172] And now whilst I am busie in Ireland, I haue seduste a headstrong Kentishman, Iohn Cade of Ashford, ·dai175· Vnder the title of Iohn Mortemer, [dai176] To raise commotion, and by that meanes I shall perceiue how the common people Do affect the claime and house of Yorke, Then if he haue successe in his affaires, ·dai180· From Ireland then comes Yorke againe, To reape the haruest which that coystrill sowed, Now if he should be taken and condemd, Heele nere confesse that I did set him on, And therefore ere I go ile send him word, ·dai185· To put in practise and to gather head. That so soone as I am gone he may begin To rise in Armes with troupes of country swaines, To helpe him to performe this enterprise. And then Duke Humphrey, he well made away, ·dai190· None then can stop the light to Englands Crowne, But Yorke can tame and headlong pull them downe. _Exet Yorke._

SCENE X.

Then the Curtaines being drawne, Duke _Humphrey_ is discouered in his bed, and two men lying on his brest and smothering him in his bed. And then enter the Duke of _Suffolke_ to them.

_Suffolk._ How now sirs, what haue you dispatcht him?

_One._ I my Lord, hees dead I warrant you. [daj002]

_Suffolke._ Then see the cloathes laid smooth about him still, That when the King comes, he may perceiue No other, but that he dide of his owne accord. ·daj005·

_2._ All things is hansome now my Lord. [daj006]

_Suffolke._ Then draw the Curtaines againe and get you gone, And you shall haue your firme rewarde anon. [daj008] _Exet_ murtherers.

Then enter the King and Queene, the Duke of _Buckingham_, and the
Duke of _Somerset_, and the Cardinall.

_King._ My Lord of Suffolke go call our vnkle (Gloster, Tell him this day we will that he do cleare himselfe. ·daj010·

_Suffolke._ I will my Lord. _Exet Suffolke._

_King._ And good my Lords proceed no further against our vnkle (Gloster, [daj012] Then by iust proofe you can affirme, For as the sucking childe or harmlesse lambe, So is he innocent of treason to our state. ·daj015·

Enter _Suffolke_.

How now Suffolke, where’s our unkle?

_Suffolke._ Dead in his bed, my Lord Gloster is dead. [daj017]
The King falles in a sound.

_Queen._ Ay-me, the King is dead: help, help, my Lords.

_Suffolke._ Comfort my Lord, gratious Henry comfort.

_Kin._ What doth my Lord of Suffolk bid me comfort? Came he euen now to sing a Rauens note, And thinkes he that the cherping of a Wren, By crying comfort through a hollow voice, Can satisfie my griefes, or ease my heart: [daj024] Thou balefull messenger out of my sight, [daj025] For euen in thine eye-bals murther sits, [daj026] Yet do not goe. Come Basaliske [daj027] And kill the silly gazer with thy lookes. [daj028]

_Queene._ Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolke thus, As if that he had causde Duke Humphreys death? ·daj030· The Duke and I too, you know were enemies, And you had best say that I did murther him. [daj032]

_King._ Ah woe is me, for wretched Glosters death.

_Queene._ Be woe for me more wretched then he was, What doest thou turne away and hide thy face? [daj035] I am no loathsome leoper looke on me, [daj036] Was I for this nigh wrackt vpon the sea, [daj037] And thrise by aukward winds driuen back from Englands bounds, [daj038] What might it bode, but that well foretelling Winds, said, seeke not a scorpions neast. ·daj040·

Enter the Earles of _Warwicke_ and _Salisbury_.

_War._ My Lord, the Commons like an angrie hiue of bees, [daj041] Run vp and downe, caring not whom they sting, For good Duke Humphreys death, whom they report [daj043] To be murthered by Suffolke and the Cardinall here.

_King._ That he is dead good Warwick, is too true, ·daj045· But how he died God knowes, not Henry.

_War._ Enter his priuie chamber my Lord and view the bodie. Good father staie you with the rude multitude, till I returne.

_Salb._ I will sonne. _Exet Salbury._
_Warwicke_ drawes the curtaines and showes Duke
_Humphrey_ in his bed.

_King._ Ah vnkle Gloster, heauen receive thy soule. ·daj050· Farewell poore Henries ioy, now thou art gone.

_War._ Now by his soule that tooke our shape vpon him, To free vs from his fathers dreadfull curse, I am resolu’d that violent hands were laid, Vpon the life of this thrise famous Duke. [daj055]

_Suffolk._ A dreadfull oth sworne with a solemne toong, [daj056] What instance giues Lord Warwicke for these words?

_War._ Oft haue I seene a timely parted ghost, Of ashie semblance, pale and bloodlesse, But loe the blood is setled in his face, [daj060] More better coloured then when he liu’d, His well proportioned beard made rough and sterne, [daj062] His fingers spred abroad as one that graspt for life, Yet was by strength surprisde, the least of these are probable, It cannot chuse but he was murthered. [daj065]

_Queene._ Suffolke and the Cardinall had him in charge, And they _I_ trust sir, are no murtherers.

_War._ I, but twas well knowne they were not his friends, [daj068] And tis well seene he found some enemies.

_Card._ But haue you no greater proofes then these? [daj070]

_War._ Who sees a hefer dead and bleeding fresh, [daj071] And sees hard-by a butcher with an axe, [daj072] But will suspect twas he that made the slaughter? Who findes the partridge in the puttocks neast, But will imagine how the bird came there, ·daj075· Although the kyte soare with vnbloodie beake? Euen so suspitious is this Tragidie.

_Queene._ Are you the kyte Bewford, where’s your talants? [daj078] Is Suffolke the butcher, where’s his knife?

_Suffolke._ I weare no knife to slaughter sleeping men, ·daj080· But heres a vengefull sword rusted with case, [daj081] That shall be scoured in his rankorous heart, [daj082] That slanders me with murthers crimson badge, Say if thou dare, proud Lord of Warwickshire, That I am guiltie in Duke Humphreys death. ·daj085· _Exet Cardinall._

_War._ What dares not Warwicke, if false Suffolke dare him?

_Queene_. He dares not calme his contumelious spirit, Nor cease to be an arrogant controwler, Though Suffolk dare him twentie hundreth times. [daj089]

_War._ Madame be still, with reuerence may I say it, [daj090] That euery word you speake in his defence, Is slaunder to your royall Maiestie.

_Suffolke._ Blunt witted Lord, ignoble in thy words, If euer Lady wrongd her Lord so much, Thy mother tooke vnto her blamefull bed, ·daj095· Some sterne vntutred churle, and noble stocke [daj096] Was graft with crabtree slip, whose frute thou art, And neuer of the Neuels noble race.

_War._ But that the guilt of murther bucklers thee, And I should rob the deaths man of his fee, [daj100] Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames, And that my soueraignes presence makes me mute, I would false murtherous coward on thy knees Make thee craue pardon for thy passed speech, And say it was thy mother that thou meants, [daj105] That thou thy selfe was borne in bastardie, And after all this fearefull homage done, Giue thee thy hire and send thy soule to hell, [daj108] Pernitious blood-sucker of sleeping men.

_Suffol._ Thou shouldst be waking whilst I shead thy blood, ·daj110· If from this presence thou dare go with me.

_War._ Away euen now, or I will drag thee hence.

Warwicke puls him out.

_Exet Warwicke_ and _Suffolke_, and then all the Commons within,
cries, downe with _Suffolke_, downe with _Suffolk_. And then enter
againe, the Duke of _Suffolke_ and _Warwicke_, with their weapons
drawne.

_King._ Why how now Lords?

_Suf._ The Traitorous Warwicke with the men of Berry, Set all vpon me mightie soueraigne i [daj115]

The Commons againe cries, downe with _Suffolke_, downe with
_Suffolke_. And then enter from them, the Earle of _Salbury_.

_Salb._ My Lord, the Commons sends you word by me, [daj116] The vnlesse false Suffolke here be done to death, [daj117] Or banished faire Englands Territories, That they will erre from your highnesse person, They say by him the good Duke Humphrey died, ·daj120· They say by him they feare the ruine of the realme. And therefore if you loue your subiects weale, They wish you to banish him from foorth the land. [daj123]

_Suf._ Indeed tis like the Commons rude vnpolisht hinds Would send such message to their soueraigne, ·daj125· But you my Lord were glad to be imployd, To trie how quaint an Orator you were, But all the honour Salsbury hath got, Is, that he was the Lord Embassador Sent from a sort of Tinkers to the King. ·daj130·

The Commons cries, an answere from the King, my Lord of _Salsbury_.

_King._ Good Salsbury go backe againe to them, Tell them we thanke them all for their louing care, [daj132] And had I not bene cited thus by their meanes, [daj133] My selfe had done it. Therefore here I sweare, If Suffolke be found to breathe in any place, ·daj135· Where I haue rule, but three daies more, he dies. _Exet Salisbury._

_Queene._ Oh Henry, reuerse the doome of gentle Suffolkes banishment.

_King._ Vngentle Queene to call him gentle Suffolke, Speake not for him, for in England he shall not rest, If I say, I may relent, but if I sweare, it is erreuocable. [daj140] Come good Warwicke and go thou in with me, [daj141] For I haue great matters to impart to thee. _Exet_ King and _Warwicke_, _Manet_ Queene and _Suffolke_.

_Queene._ Hell fire and vengeance go along with you, Theres two of you, the diuell make the third. [daj144] Fie womanish man, canst thou not curse thy enemies? ·daj145·

_Suffolke._ A plague vpon them, wherefore should _I_ curse them? Could curses kill as do the Mandrakes groanes, I would inuent as many bitter termes Deliuered strongly through my fixed teeth, With twise so many signes of deadly hate, ·daj150· As leaue fast enuy in her loathsome caue, [daj151] My toong should stumble in mine earnest words, Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint, My haire be fixt on end, as one distraught, And euery ioynt should seeme to curse and ban, ·daj155· And now me-thinks my burthened hart would breake, [daj156] Should _I_ not curse them. Poison be their drinke, Gall worse then gall, the daintiest thing they taste. Their sweetest shade a groue of sypris trees, [daj159] Their softest tuch as smart as lyzards stings. ·daj160· Their musicke frightfull, like the serpents hys. And boding scrike-oules make the consort full. [daj162] All the foule terrors in darke seated hell.

_Queene._ Inough sweete Suffolke, thou torments thy (selfe. [daj164]

_Suffolke._ You bad me ban, and will you bid me sease? [daj165] Now by this ground that I am banisht from, Well could I curse away a winters night, And standing naked on a mountaine top, Where byting cold would neuer let grasse grow, And thinke it but a minute spent in sport. ·daj170·

_Queene._ No more. Sweete Suffolke hie thee hence to _France_, Or liue where thou wilt within this worldes globe, Ile haue an Irish that shall finde thee out, [daj173] And long thou shalt not staie, but ile haue thee repelde, Or venture to be banished my selfe. [daj175] Oh let this kisse be printed in thy hand, That when thou seest it, thou maist thinke on me. Away, I say, that I may feele my griefe, For it is nothing whilst thou standest here.

_Suffolke._ Thus is poore _Suffolke_ ten times banished, ·daj180· Once by the King, but three times thrise by thee.

Enter _Vawse_.

_Queene._ How now, whither goes Vawse so fast?

_Vawse._ To signifie vnto his Maiestie, That Cardinall Bewford is at point of death, Sometimes he raues and cries as he were madde, ·daj185· Sometimes he cals vpon Duke Humphries Ghost, And whispers to his pillow as to him, And sometime he calles to speake vnto the King, [daj188] And I am going to certifie vnto his grace, That euen now he cald aloude for him. ·daj190·

_Queene._ Go then good Vawse and certifie the King _Exet Vawse._ Oh what is worldly pompe, all men must die, [daj192] And woe am I for Bewfords heauie ende. But why mourne I for him, whilst thou art here? Sweete Suffolke hie thee hence to France, ·daj195· For if the King do come, thou sure must die.

_Suff._ And if I go I cannot liue: but here to die, What were it else, but like a pleasant slumber [daj198] In thy lap? Here could I, could I, breath my soule into the aire, [daj200] As milde and gentle as the new borne babe, That dies with mothers dugge betweene his lips, Where from thy sight I should be raging madde, [daj203] And call for thee to close mine eyes, Or with thy lips to stop my dying soule, ·daj205· That _I_ might breathe it so into thy bodie, And then it liu’d in sweete Elyziam, By thee to die, were but to die in ieast, From thee to die, were torment more then death, O let me staie, befall, what may befall. ·daj210·

_Queen._ Oh mightst thou staie with safetie of thy life, Then shouldst thou staie, but heauens deny it, And therefore go, but hope ere longe to be repelde.

_Suff._ _I_ goe.

_Queene._ And take my heart with thee. ·daj215·
She kisseth him.

_Suff._ A iewell lockt into the wofulst caske, That euer yet containde a thing of woorth, Thus like a splitted barke so sunder we. This way fall I to death. _Exet Suffolke._ ·daj220·

_Queene._ This way for me. _Exet Queene._

SCENE XI.

Enter King and _Salsbury_, and then the Curtaines be drawne, and the Cardinall is discouered in his bed, rauing and staring as if he were madde.

_Car._ Oh death, if thou wilt let me liue but one whole yeare, Ile giue thee as much gold as will purchase such another Iland.

_King._ Oh see my Lord of Salsbury how he is troubled, Lord Cardinall, remember Christ must saue thy soule. [dak004]

_Car._ Why died he not in his bed? ·dak005· What would you haue me to do then? Can I make men liue whether they will or no? Sirra, go fetch me the strong poison which the Pothicary sent me. [dak008] Oh see where Duke Humphreys ghoast doth stand, And stares me in the face. Looke, looke, coame downe his haire, [dak010] So now hees gone againe: Oh, oh, oh. [dak011]

_Sal._ See how the panges of death doth gripe his heart.

_King._ Lord Cardinall, if thou diest assured of heauenly blisse, Hold vp thy hand and make some signe to vs. The Cardinall dies.

Oh see he dies, and makes no signe at all. ·dak015· Oh God forgiue his soule.

_Salb._ So bad an ende did neuer none behold, But as his death, so was his life in all.

_King._ Forbeare to iudge, good Salsbury forbeare, For God will iudge vs all. ·dak020· Go take him hence, and see his funerals be performde. [dak021] _Exet omnes._

SCENE XII.

Alarmes within, and the chambers be discharged, like as it were a fight at sea. And then enter the Captaine of the ship and the Maister, and the Maisters Mate, & the Duke of Suffolke disguised, and others with him, and Water Whickmore.

_Cap._ Bring forward these prisoners that scorn’d to yeeld, [dal001] Vnlade their goods with speed and sincke their ship, Here Maister, this prisoner I giue to you. This other, the Maisters Mate shall haue, And Water Whickmore thou shalt haue this man, [dal005] And let them paie their ransomes ere they passe. [dal006]

_Suffolke._ Water! He starteth.

_Water._ How now, what doest thou feare me? [dal008] Thou shalt haue better cause anon.

_Suf._ It is thy name affrights me, not thy selfe. I do remember well, a cunning Wyssard told me, That by Water I should die: Yet let not that make thee bloudie minded. Thy name being rightly sounded, Is Gualter, not Water. ·dal015·

_Water._ Gualter or Water, als one to me, [dal016] I am the man must bring thee to thy death.

_Suf._ I am a Gentleman looke on my Ring, Ransome me at what thou wilt, it shalbe paid. [dal019]

_Water._ I lost mine eye in boording of the ship, ·dal020· And therefore ere I marchantlike sell blood for gold, Then cast me headlong downe into the sea.

_2. Priso._ But what shall our ransomes be?

_Mai._ A hundreth pounds a piece, either paie that or die. [dal024]

_2. Priso._ Then saue our liues, it shall be paid. ·dal025·

_Water._ Come sirrha, thy life shall be the ransome [dal026] I will haue.

_Suff._ Staie villaine, thy prisoner is a Prince, The Duke of Suffolke, William de la Poull. [dal029]

_Cap._ The Duke of Suffolke folded vp in rags. [dal030]

_Suf._ I sir, but these rags are no part of the Duke, [dal031] Ioue sometime went disguisde, and why not I?

_Cap._ I but Ioue was neuer slaine as thou shalt be.

_Suf._ Base Iadie groome, King Henries blood The honourable blood of Lancaster, ·dal035· Cannot be shead by such a lowly swaine, I am sent Ambassador for the Queene to France, I charge thee waffe me crosse the channell safe.

_Cap._ Ile waffe thee to thy death, go Water take him hence, And on our long boates side, chop off his head. ·dal040·

_Suf._ Thou darste not for thine owne.

_Cap._ Yes Poull.

_Suffolke._ Poull.

_Cap._ I Poull, puddle, kennell, sinke and durt, Ile stop that yawning mouth of thine, ·dal045· Those lips of thine that so oft haue kist the [dal046] Queene, shall sweepe the ground, and thou that Smildste at good Duke Humphreys death, Shalt liue no longer to infect the earth.

_Suffolke._ This villain being but Captain of a Pinnais, [dal050] Threatens more plagues then mightie Abradas, The great Masadonian Pyrate, [dal052] Thy words addes fury and not remorse in me.

_Cap._ I but my deeds shall staie thy fury soone.

_Suffolke._ Hast not thou waited at my Trencher, ·dal055· When we haue feasted with Queene Margret? [dal056] Hast not thou kist thy hand and held my stirrope? [dal057] And barehead plodded by my footecloth Mule, And thought thee happie when I smilde on thee? This hand hath writ in thy defence, ·dal060· Then shall I charme thee, hold thy lauish toong.

_Cap._ Away with him, Water, I say, and off with his hed. [dal062]

1. _Priso._ Good my Lord, intreat him mildly for your life.

_Suffolke._ First let this necke stoupe to the axes edge, Before this knee do bow to any, ·dal065· Saue to the God of heauen and to my King: Suffolkes imperiall toong cannot pleade To such a Iadie groome.

_Water._ Come, come, why do we let him speake, [dal069] I long to haue his head for raunsome of mine eye. ·dal070·

_Suffolke._ A Swordar and bandeto slaue, [dal071] Murthered sweete Tully. Brutus bastard-hand stabde Iulius Cæsar, [dal073] And Suffolke dies by Pyrates on the seas. [dal074] _Exet Suffolke_ and _Water_.

_Cap._ Off with his head, and send it to the Queene, ·dal075· And ransomelesse this prisoner shall go free, To see it safe deliuered vnto her. Come lets goe. _Exet omnes._ [dal078]

SCENE XIII.

Enter two of the Rebels with long staues.

_George._ Come away Nick, and put a long staffe in thy pike, and prouide thy selfe, for I Can tell thee, they haue been vp this two daies.

_Nicke._ Then they had more need to go to bed now, But sirrha George whats the matter? [dam005]

_George._ Why sirrha, Iack Cade the Diar of Ashford here, He meanes to turne this land, and set a new nap on it. [dam007]

_Nick._ I marry he had need so, for tis growne threedbare, [dam008] Twas neuer merry world with vs, since these gentle men came vp. [dam009]

_George._ I warrant thee, thou shalt neuer see a Lord weare a ·dam010· leather aperne now a-daies.

_Nick._ But sirrha, who comes more beside Iacke Cade? [dam012]

_George._ Why theres Dicke the Butcher, and Robin the Sadler, [dam013] and Will that came a wooing to our Nan last Sunday, and Harry and Tom, and Gregory that should haue your Parnill, and a great ·dam015· sort more is come from Rochester, and from Maydstone, and Canterbury, and all the Townes here abouts, and we must all be Lords [dam017] or squires, assoone as Iack Cade is King.

_Nicke._ Harke, harke, I here the Drum, they be comming. [dam019]

Enter _Iacke Cade_, _Dicke Butcher_, _Robin_, _Will_, _Tom_,
_Harry_ and the rest, with long staues.

_Cade._ Proclaime silence. ·dam020·

_All._ Silence.

_Cade._ I Iohn Cade so named for my valiancie.

_Dicke._ Or rather for stealing of a Cade of Sprats.

_Cade._ My father was a Mortemer. [dam024]

_Nicke._ He was an honest man and a good Brick-laier. [dam025]

_Cade._ My mother came of the Brases. [dam026]

_Will._ She was a Pedlers daughter indeed, and sold many
lases. [dam027]

_Robin._ And now being not able to occupie her furd packe, She washeth buckes vp and down the country.

_Cade._ Therefore I am honourably borne. [dam030]

_Harry._ I for the field is honourable, for he was borne [dam031] Vnder a hedge, for his father had no house but the Cage. [dam032]

_Cade._ I am able to endure much.

_George._ Thats true, I know he can endure any thing, [dam034] For I haue seen him whipt two market daies togither. ·dam035·

_Cade._ I feare neither sword nor fire.

_Will._ He need not feare the sword, for his coate is of proofe.

_Dicke._ But mee thinkes he should feare the fire, being so often burnt in the hand, for stealing of sheepe.

_Cade._ Therefore be braue, for your Captain is braue, and vowes ·dam040· reformation: you shall haue seuen half-penny loaues for a penny, and the three hoopt pot, shall haue ten hoopes, and it shall be felony [dam042] to drinke small beere, and if I be king, as king I will be. [dam043]

_All._ God saue your maiestie.

_Cade._ I thanke you good people, you shall all eate and drinke of ·dam045· my score, and go all in my liuerie, and weele haue no writing, but [dam046] the score & the Tally, and there shalbe no lawes but such as comes [dam047] from my mouth.

_Dicke._ We shall haue sore lawes then, for he was thrust into the mouth the other day. ·dam050·

_George._ I and stinking law too, for his breath stinks so, that one [dam051] cannot abide it.

Enter _Will_ with the Clarke of _Chattam_.

_Will._ Oh Captaine a pryze.

_Cade._ Whose that Will? [dam054]