The second Part of Henry the Sixt, with the death of the Good Duke Humfrey.

The second Part of Henry the Sixt, with the death of the Good Duke HVMFREY.

Actus Primus. Scœna Prima

Flourish of Trumpets: Then Hoboyes.

Enter King, Duke Humfrey, Salisbury, Warwicke and Beau­ ford on the one side.

The Queene, Suffolke, Yorke, Somerset, and Buckingham, on the other.

Suffolke. AS by your high Imperiall Maiesty, I had in charge at my depart for France, As Procurator…

King. Suffolke arise. Welcome Queene Margaret, I can expresse no kinder signe of Loue Then this kinde kisse:…

Queen. Great King of England, & my gracious Lord, The mutuall conference that my minde hath had, By…

King. Her sight did rauish, but her grace in Speech, Her words yclad with wisedomes Maiesty, Makes me…

All kneel. Long liue Qu. Margaret, Englands happines.

Queene. We thanke you all.

Florish

Suf. My Lord Protector, so it please your Grace, Heere are the Articles of contracted peace, Betweene our…

Glo. Reads. Inprimis, It is agreed betweene the French K. Charles, and William de la Pole Marquesse of…

King. Vnkle, how now?

Glo. Pardon me gracious Lord, Some sodaine qualme hath strucke me at the heart, And dim'd mine eyes,…

King. Vnckle of Winchester, I pray read on.

Win. Item, It is further agreed betweene them, That the Dutchesse of Aniou and Maine, shall be released…

King. They please vs well. Lord Marques kneel down, We heere create thee the first Duke of Suffolke,…

Exit King, Queene, and Suffolke.

Manet the rest.

Glo. Braue Peeres of England, Pillars of the State, To you Duke Humfrey must vnload his greefe: Your…

Car. Nephew, what meanes this passionate discourse? This preroration with such circumstance: For France, 'tis ours; and we…

Glo. I Vnckle, we will keepe it, if we can: But now it is impossible we should. Suffolke,…

Sal. Now by the death of him that dyed for all, These Counties were the Keyes of Normandie:…

War. For greefe that they are past recouerie. For were there hope to conquer them againe, My sword…

Yorke. For Suffolkes Duke, may he be suffocate, That dims the Honor of this Warlike Isle: France should…

Hum. A proper iest, and neuer heard before, That Suffolke should demand a whole Fifteenth, For Costs and…

Car. My Lord of Gloster, now ye grow too hot, It was the pleasure of my Lord the…

Hum. My Lord of Winchester I know your minde. 'Tis not my speeches that you do mislike: But…

Exit Humfrey.

Car. So, there goes our Protector in a rage: 'Tis knowne to you he is mine enemy: Nay…

Buc. Why should he then protect our Soueraigne? He being of age to gouerne of himselfe. Cosin of…

Car. This weighty businesse will not brooke delay, Ile to the Duke of Suffolke presently.

Exit Cardinall.

Som. Cosin of Buckingham, though Humfries pride And greatnesse of his place be greefe to vs, Yet let…

Buc. Or thou, or I Somerset will be Protectors, Despite Duke Humfrey, or the Cardinall.

Exit Buckingham, and Somerset.

Sal. Pride went before, Ambition followes him. While these do labour for their owne preferment, Behooues it vs…

War. So God helpe Warwicke, as he loues the Land, And common profit of his Countrey.

Yor. And so says Yorke, For he hath greatest cause.

Salisbury. Then lets make hast away, And looke vnto the maine.

Warwicke. Vnto the maine? Oh Father, Maine is lost, That Maine, which by maine force Warwicke did winne,…

Exit Warwicke, and Salisbury. Manet Yorke.

Yorke. Aniou and Maine are giuen to the French, Paris is lost, the state of Normandie Stands on…

And Humfrey with the Peeres be falne at iarres: Then will I raise aloft the Milke‑white‑Rose, With whose…

Exit Yorke.

Enter Duke Humfrey and his wife Elianor.

Elia. Why droopes my Lord like ouer‑ripen'd Corn, Hanging the head at Ceres plenteous load? Why doth the…

Hum. O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost loue thy Lord, Banish the Canker of ambitious thoughts: And…

Eli. What dream'd my Lord, tell me, and Ile requite it With sweet rehearsall of my mornings dreame?

Hum. Me thought this staffe mine Office‑badge in Court Was broke in twaine: by whom, I haue forgot,…

Eli. Tut, this was nothing but an argument, That he that breakes a sticke of Glosters groue, Shall…

Hum. Nay Elinor, then must I chide outright: Presumptuous Dame, ill‑nurter'd Elianor, Art thou not second Woman in…

Elia. What, what, my Lord? Are you so chollericke With Elianor, for telling but her dreame? Next time…

Hum. Nay be not angry, I am pleas'd againe.

Enter Messenger.

Mess. My Lord Protector,'tis his Highnes pleasure, You do prepare to ride vnto S. Albons, Where as the…

Hu. I go. Come Nel thou wilt ride with vs?

Ex. Hum

Eli. Yes my good Lord, Ile follow presently. Follow I must, I cannot go before, While Gloster beares…

Enter Hume.

Hume. Iesus preserue your Royall Maiesty.

Elia. What saist thou? Maiesty: I am but Grace.

Hume. But by the grace of God, and Humes aduice, Your Graces Title shall be multiplied.

Elia. What saist thou man? Hast thou as yet confer'd With Margerie Iordane the cunning Witch, With Roger…

Hume. This they haue promised to shew your Highnes A Spirit rais'd from depth of vnder ground, That…

Elianor. It is enough, Ile thinke vpon the Qnestions: When from Saint Albones we doe make returne, Wee'le…

Exit Elianor.

Hume. Hume must make merry with the Duchesse Gold: Marry and Shall: but how now, Sir Iohn Hume?…

Exit

Enter three or foure Petitioners, the Armorers Man being one.

1. Pet. My Masters, let's stand close, my Lord Pro­ tector will come this way by and by,…

2. Pet. Marry the Lord protect him, for hee's a good man, Iesu blesse him.

Enter Suffolke, and Queene.

Peter. Here a comes me thinkes, and the Queene with him: Ile be the first sure.

2. Pet. Come backe foole, this is the Duke of Suffolk, and not my Lord Protector.

Suff. How now fellow: would'st any thing with me?

1. Pet. I pray my Lord pardon me, I tooke ye for my Lord Protector.

Queene. To my Lord Protector? Are your Supplica­ tions to his Lordship? Let me see them: what is…

1. Pet. Mine is, and't please your Grace, against Iohn Goodman, my Lord Cardinals Man, for keeping my…

Suff. Thy Wife too? that's some Wrong indeede. What's yours? What's heere? Against the Duke of Suffolke, for…

2. Pet. Alas Sir, I am but a poore Petitioner of our whole Towneship.

Peter. Against my Master Thomas Horner, for saying, That the Duke of Yorke was rightfull Heire to the…

Queene. What say'st thou? Did the Duke of Yorke say, hee was rightfull Heire to the Crowne?

Peter. That my Mistresse was? No forsooth: my Master said, That he was, and that the King was…

Suff. Who is there? Enter Seruant. Take this fellow in, and send for his Master with a Purse­…

Exit.

Queene. And as for you that loue to be protected Vnder the Wings of our Protectors Grace, Begin…

All. Come, let's be gone.

Exit.

Queene. My Lord of Suffolke, say, is this the guise? Is this the Fashions in the Court of…

Suff. Madame be patient: as I was cause Your Highnesse came to England, so will I In England…

Queene. Beside the haughtie Protector, haue we Beauford The imperious Churchman; Somerset, Buckingham, And grumbling Yorke: and not…

Suff. And he of these, that can doe most of all, Cannot doe more in England then the…

Queene. Not all these Lords do vex me halfe so much, As that prowd Dame, the Lord Protectors…

Suff. Madame, my selfe haue lym'd a Bush for her, And plac't a Quier of such enticing Birds,…

Exit.

Sound a Sennet.

Enter the King, Duke Humfrey, Cardinall, Bucking­ ham, Yorke, Salisbury, Warwicke, and the Duchesse.

King. For my part, Noble Lords, I care not which, Or Somerset, at Yorke, all's one to me.

Yorke. If Yorke haue ill demean'd himselfe in France, Then let him be denay'd the Regent‑ship.

Som. If Somerset be vnworthy of the Place, Let Yorke be Regent, I will yeeld to him.

Warw. Whether your Grace be worthy, yea or no, Dispute not that, Yorke is the worthyer.

Card. Ambitious Warwicke, let thy betters speake.

Warw. The Cardinall's not my better in the field.

Buck. All in this presence are thy betters, Warwicke.

Warw. Warwicke may liue to be the best of all.

Salisb. Peace Sonne, and shew some reason Buckingham Why Somerset should be preferr'd in this?

Queene. Because the King forsooth will haue it so.

Humf. Madame, the King is old enough himselfe To giue his Censure: These are no Womens matters.

Queene. If he be old enough, what needs your Grace To be Protector of his Excellence?

Humf. Madame, I am Protector of the Realme, And at his pleasure will resigne my Place.

Suff. Resigne it then, and leaue thine insolence. Since thou wert King; as who is King, but thou?…

Card. The Commons hast thou rackt, the Clergies Bags Are lanke and leane with thy Extortions.

Som. Thy sumptuous Buildings, and thy Wiues Attyre Haue cost a masse of publique Treasurie.

Buck. Thy Crueltie in execution Vpon Offendors, hath exceeded Law, And left thee to the mercy of the…

Queene. Thy sale of Offices and Townes in France, If they were knowne, as the suspect is great,…

Duch. Was't I? yea, I it was, prowd French‑woman: Could I come neere your Beautie with my Nayles,…

King. Sweet Aunt be quiet, 'twas against her will.

Duch. Against her will, good King? looke to't in time, Shee'le hamper thee, and dandle thee like a…

Exit Elianor.

Buck. Lord Cardinall, I will follow Elianor, And listen after Humfrey, how he proceedes: Shee's tickled now, her…

Exit Buckingham.

Enter Humfrey.

Humf. Now Lords, my Choller being ouer‑blowne, With walking once about the Quadrangle, I come to talke of…

Suff. Before we make election, giue me leaue To shew some reason, of no little force, That Yorke…

Yorke. Ile tell thee, Suffolke, why I am vnmeet. First, for I cannot flatter thee in Pride: Next,…

Warw. That can I witnesse, and a fouler fact Did neuer Traytor in the Land commit.

Suff. Peace head‑strong Warwicke.

Warw. Image of Pride, why should I hold my peace?

Enter Armorer and his Man.

Suff. Because here is a man accused of Treason, Pray God the Duke of Yorke excuse himselfe.

Yorke. Doth any one accuse Yorke for a Traytor?

King. What mean'st thou, Suffolke? tell me, what are these?

Suff. Please it your Maiestie, this is the man That doth accuse his Master of High Treason; His…

King. Say man, were these thy words?

Armorer. And't shall please your Maiestie, I neuer sayd nor thought any such matter: God is my witnesse,…

Peter. By these tenne bones, my Lords, hee did speake them to me in the Garret one Night,…

Yorke. Base Dunghill Villaine, and Mechanicall, Ile haue thy Head for this thy Traytors speech: I doe beseech…

Armorer. Alas, my Lord, hang me if euer I spake the words: my accuser is my Prentice, and…

King. Vnckle, what shall we say to this in law?

Humf. This doome, my Lord, if I may judge: Let Somerset be Regent o're the French, Because in…

Som. I humbly thanke your Royall Maiestie.

Armorer. And I accept the Combat willingly.

Peter. Alas, my Lord, I cannot fight; for Gods sake pitty my case: the spight of man preuayleth…

Humf. Sirrha, or you must fight, or else be hang'd.

King. Away with them to Prison: and the day of Combat, shall be the last of. the. next…

Flourish. Exeunt.

Enter the Witch, the two Priests, and Bullingbrooke.

Hume. Come my Masters, the Duchesse I tell you ex­ pects performance of your promises.

Bulling. Master Hume, we are therefore prouided: will her Ladyship behold and heare our Exorcismes?

Hume. I, what else? feare you not her courage.

Bulling. I haue heard her reported to be a Woman of an inuincible spirit: but it shall be…

Enter Elianor aloft.

Elianor. Well said my Masters, and welcome all: To this geere, the sooner the better.

Bullin. Patience, good Lady, Wizards know their times: Deepe Night, darke Night, the silent of the Night, The…

Here doe the Ceremonies belonging, and make the Circle, Bullingbrooke or Southwell reades; Coniouro te, &c. It Thunders…

Spirit. Ad sum.

Witch. Asmath, by the eternall God, Whose name and power thou tremblest at, Answere that I shall aske:…

Spirit. Aske what thou wilt; that I had sayd, and done.

Bulling. First of the King: What shall of him be­ come?

Spirit. The Duke yet liues, that Henry shall depose: But him out‑liue, and dye a violent death.

Bulling. What fates await the Duke of Suffolke?

Spirit. By Water shall he dye, and take his end.

Bulling. What shall befall the Duke of Somerset?

Spirit. Let him shun Castles, Safer shall he be vpon the sandie Plaines, Then where Castles mounted stand.…

Bulling. Discend to Darknesse, and the burning Lake: False fiend auoide.

Thunder and Lightning. Exit Spirit.

Enter the Duke of Yorke and the Duke of Buckingham with their Guard, and breake in.

Yorke. Lay hands vpon these Traytors, and their trash: Beldam I thinke we watcht you at an ynch.…

Elianor. Not halfe so bad as thine to Englands King, Iniurious Duke, that threatest where's no cause.

Buck. True Madame, none at all: what call you this? Away with them, let them be clapt vp…

Exit.

Yorke. Lord Buckingham, me thinks you watcht her well: A pretty Plot, well chosen to build vpon. Now…

Buck. Your Grace shal giue me leaue, my Lord of York, To be the Poste, in hope of…

Yorke. At your pleasure, my good Lord. Who's within there, hoe? Enter a Seruingman. Inuite my Lords of…

Exeunt.

Enter the King, Queene, Protector, Cardinall, and Suffolke, with Faulkners hallowing.

Queene. Beleeue me Lords, for flying at the Brooke, I saw not better sport these seuen yeeres day:…

King. But what a point, my Lord, your Faulcon made, And what a pytch she flew aboue the…

Suff. No maruell, and it like your Maiestie, My Lord Protectors Hawkes doe towre so well, They know…

Glost. My Lord, 'tis but a base ignoble minde, That mounts no higher then a Bird can sore.

Card. I thought as much, hee would be aboue the Cloud.

Glost. I my Lord Cardinall, how thinke you by that? Were it not good your Grace could flye…

King. The Treasurie of euerlasting Ioy.

Card. Thy Heauen is on Earth, thine Eyes & Thoughts Beat on a Crowne, the Treasure of thy…

Glost. What, Cardinall? Is your Priest‑hood growne peremptorie? Tantæne animis Cœlestibus iræ, Church‑men so hot? Good Vnckle hide…

Suff. No mallice Sir, no more then well becomes So good a Quarrell, and so bad a Peere.

Glost. As who, my Lord?

Suff. Why, as you, my Lord, An't like your Lordly Lords Protectorship.

Glost. Why Suffolke, England knowes thine insolence.

Queene. And thy Ambition, Gloster.

King. I prythee peace, good Queene, And whet not on these furious Peeres, For blessed are the Peace‑makers…

Card. Let me be blessed for the Peace I make Against this prowd Protector with my Sword.

Glost. Faith holy Vnckle, would't were come to that.

Card. Marry, when thou dar'st.

Glost. Make vp no factious numbers for the matter, In thine owne person answere thy abuse.

Card. I, where thou dar'st not peepe: And if thou dar'st, this Euening, On the East side of…

King. How now, my Lords?

Card. Beleeue me, Cousin Gloster, Had not your man put vp the Fowle so suddenly, We had had…

Glost. True Vnckle, are ye aduis'd? The East side of the Groue: Cardinall, I am with you.

King. Why how now, Vnckle Gloster?

Glost. Talking of Hawking; nothing else, my Lord. Now by Gods Mother, Priest, Ile shaue your Crowne for…

Card. Medice teipsum, Protector see to't well, protect your selfe.

King. The Windes grow high, So doe your Stomacks, Lords: How irkesome is this Musick to my heart?…

Enter one crying a Miracle.

Glost. What meanes this noyse? Fellow, what Miracle do'st thou proclayme?

One. A Miracle, a Miracle.

Suffolke. Come to the King, and tell him what Mi­ racle.

One. Forsooth, a blinde man at Saint Albones Shrine, Within this halfe houre hath receiu'd his sight, A…

King. Now God be prays'd, that to beleeuing Soules Giues Light in Darknesse, Comfort in Despaire.

Enter the Maior of Saint Albones, and his Brethren, bearing the man betweene two in a Chayre.

Card. Here comes the Townes‑men, on Procession, To present your Highnesse with the man.

King. Great is his comfort in this Earthly Vale, Although by his sight his sinne be multiplyed.

Glost. Stand by, my Masters, bring him neere the King, His Highnesse pleasure is to talke with him.

King. Good‑fellow, tell vs here the circumstance, That we for thee may glorifie the Lord. What, hast thou…

Simpc. Borne blinde, and't please your Grace.

Wife. I indeede was he.

Suff. What Woman is this?

Wife. His Wife, and't like your Worship.

Glost. Hadst thou been his Mother, thou could'st haue better told.

King. Where wert thou borne?

Simpc. At Barwick in the North, and't like your Grace.

King. Poore Soule, Gods goodnesse hath beene great to thee: Let neuer Day nor Night vnhallowed passe, But…

Queene. Tell me, good‑fellow, Cam'st thou here by Chance, or of Deuotion, To this holy Shrine?

Simpc. God knowes of pure Deuotion, Being call'd a hundred times, and oftner, In my sleep, by good…

Wife. Most true, forsooth: And many time and oft my selfe haue heard a Voyce, To call him…

Card. What, art thou lame?

Simpc. I, God Almightie helpe me.

Suff. How cam'st thou so?

Simpc. A fall off of a Tree.

Wife. A Plum‑tree, Master.

Glost. How long hast thou beene blinde?

Simpc. O borne so, Master.

Glost. What, and would'st climbe a Tree?

Simpc. But that in all my life, when I was a youth.

Wife. Too true, and bought his climbing very deare.

Glost. 'Masse, thou lou'dst Plummes well, that would'st venture so.

Simpc. Alas, good Master, my Wife desired some Damsons, and made me climbe, with danger of my Life.

Glost. A subtill Knaue, but yet it shall not serue: Let me see thine Eyes; winck now, now…

Simpc. Yes Master, cleare as day, I thanke God and Saint Albones.

Glost. Say'st thou me so: what Colour is this Cloake of?

Simpc. Red Master, Red as Blood.

Glost. Why that's well said: What Colour is my Gowne of?

Simpc. Black forsooth, Coale‑Black, as Iet.

King. Why then, thou know'st what Colour Iet is of?

Suff. And yet I thinke, Iet did he neuer see.

Glost. But Cloakes and Gownes, before this day, a many.

Wife. Neuer before this day, in all his life.

Glost. Tell me Sirrha, what's my Name?

Simpc. Alas Master, I know not.

Glost. What's his Name?

Simpc. I know not.

Glost. Nor his?

Simpc. No indeede, Master.

Glost. What's thine owne Name?

Simpc. Saunder Simpcoxe, and if it please you, Master.

Glost. Then Saunder, sit there, The lying'st Knaue in Christendome. If thou hadst beene borne blinde, Thou might'st…

Simpc. O Master, that you could?

Glost. My Masters of Saint Albones, Haue you not Beadles in your Towne, And Things call'd Whippes?

Maior. Yes, my Lord, if it please your Grace.

Glost. Then send for one presently.

Maior. Sirrha, goe fetch the Beadle hither straight.

Exit.

Glost. Now fetch me a stoole hither by and by. Now Sirrha, if you meane to saue your…

Simpc. Alas Master, I am not able to stand alone: You goe about to torture me in vaine.

Enter a Beadle with Whippes.

Glost. Well Sir, we must haue you finde your Legges. Sirrha Beadle, whippe him till he leape ouer…

Beadle. I will, my Lord. Come on Sirrha, off with your Doublet, quickly.

Simpc. Alas Master, what shall I doe? I am not able to stand.

After the Beadle hath hit him once, he leapes ouer the Stoole, and runnes away: and they follow,…

King. O God, seest thou this, and bearest so long?

Queene. It made me laugh, to see the Villaine runne.

Glost. Follow the Knaue, and take this Drab away.

Wife. Alas Sir, we did it for pure need.

Glost. Let thē be whipt through euery Market Towne, Till they come to Barwick, from whence they came.

Exit.

Card. Duke Humfrey ha's done a Miracle to day.

Suff. True: made the Lame to leape and flye away.

Glost. But you haue done more Miracles then I: You made in a day, my Lord, whole Townes…

Enter Buckingham.

King. What Tidings with our Cousin Buckingham?

Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to vnfold: A sort of naughtie persons, lewdly bent, Vnder the…

Card. And so my Lord Protector, by this meanes Your Lady is forth‑comming, yet at London. This Newes…

Glost. Ambitious Church‑man, leaue to affict my heart: Sorrow and griefe haue vanquisht all my powers; And vanquisht…

King. O God, what mischiefes work the wicked ones? Heaping confusion on their owne heads thereby.

Queene. Gloster, see here the Taincture of thy Nest, And looke thy selfe be faultlesse, thou wert best.

Glost. Madame, for my selfe, to Heauen I doe appeale, How I haue lou'd my King, and Common‑weale:…

King. Well, for this Night we will repose vs here: To morrow toward London, back againe, To looke…

Flourish. Exeunt.

Enter Yorke, Salisbury, and Warwick.

Yorke. Now my good Lords of Salisbury & Warwick, Our simple Supper ended, giue me leaue, In this…

Salisb. My Lord, I long to heare it at full.

Warw. Sweet Yorke begin: and if thy clayme be good, The Neuills are thy Subiects to command.

Yorke. Then thus: Edward the third, my Lords, had Seuen Sonnes: The first, Edward the Black‑Prince, Prince of…

Warw. Father, the Duke hath told the truth; Thus got the House of Lancaster the Crowne.

Yorke. Which now they hold by force, and not by right: For Richard, the first Sonnes Heire, being…

Salisb. But William of Hatfield dyed without an Heire.

Yorke. The third Sonne, Duke of Clarence, From whose Line I clayme the Crowne, Had Issue Phillip, a…

Salisb. This Edmond, in the Reigne of Bullingbrooke, As I haue read, layd clayme vnto the Crowne, And…

Yorke. His eldest Sister, Anne, My Mother, being Heire vnto the Crowne, Marryed Richard, Earle of Cambridge, Who…

Warw. What plaine proceedings is more plain then this? Henry doth clayme the Crowne from Iohn of Gaunt,…

Both. Long liue our Soueraigne Richard, Englands King.

Yorke. We thanke you Lords: But I am not your King, till I be Crown'd, And that my…

Salisb. My Lord, breake we off; we know your minde at full.

Warw. My heart assures me, that the Earle of Warwick Shall one day make the Duke of Yorke…

Yorke. And Neuill, this I doe assure my selfe, Richard shall liue to make the Earle of Warwick…

Exeunt.

Sound Trumpets. Enter the King and State, with Guard, to banish the Duchesse.

King. stand forth Dame Elianor Cobham, Glosters Wife: In sight of God, and vs, your guilt is great,…

Elianor. Welcome is Banishment, welcome were my Death.

Glost. Elianor, the Law thou seest hath iudged thee, I cannot iustifie whom the Law condemnes: Mine eyes…

King. stay Humfrey, Duke of Gloster, Ere thou goe, giue vp thy Staffe, Henry will to himselfe Protector…

Queene. I see no reason, why a King of yeeres Should be to be protected like a Child,…

Glost. My Staffe? Here, Noble Henry, is my Staffe: As willingly doe I the same resigne, As ere…

Exit Gloster.

Queene. Why now is Henry King, and Margaret Queen, And Humfrey, Duke of Gloster, scarce himselfe, That beares…

Suff. Thus droupes this loftie Pyne, & hangs his sprayes, Thus Elianors Pride dyes in her youngest dayes.

Yorke. Lords, let him goe. Please it your Maiestie, This is the day appointed for the Combat, And…

Queene. I, good my Lord: for purposely therefore Left I the Court, to see this Quarrell try'de.

King. A Gods Name see the Lysts and all things fit, Here let them end it, and God…

Yorke. I neuer saw a fellow worse bestead, Or more afraid to fight, then is the Appellant, The…

Enter at one Doore the Armorer and his Neighbors, drinking to him so much, that hee is drunke;…

1. Neighbor. Here Neighbour Horner, I drinke to you in a Cup of Sack; and feare not Neighbor,…

2. Neighbor. And here Neighbour, here's a Cuppe of Charneco.

3. Neighbor. And here's a Pot of good Double‑Beere Neighbor: drinke, and feare not your Man.

Armorer. Let it come yfaith, and Ile pledge you all, and a figge for Peter.

1. Prent. Here Peter, I drinke to thee, and be not a­ fraid.

2. Prent. Be merry Peter, and feare not thy Master, Fight for credit of the Prentices.

Peter. I thanke you all: drinke, and pray for me, I pray you, for I thinke I haue…

Salisb. Come, leaue your drinking, and fall to blowes. Sirrha, what's thy Name?

Peter. Peter forsooth.

Salisb. Peter? what more?

Peter. Thumpe.

Salisb. Thumpe? Then see thou thumpe thy Master well.

Armorer. Masters, I am come hither as it were vpon my Mans instigation, to proue him a Knaue,…

Yorke. Dispatch, this Knaues tongue begins to double Sound Trumpets, Alarum to the Combattants.

They fight, and Peter strikes him downe.

Armorer. Hold Peter, hold, I confesse, I confesse Trea­ son.

Yorke. Take away his Weapon: Fellow thanke God, and the good Wine in thy Masters way.

Peter. O God, haue I ouercome mine Enemies in this presence? O Peter, thou hast preuayl'd in right.

King. Goe, take hence that Traytor from our sight, For by his death we doe perceiue his guilt,…

Sound a flourish.

Exeunt.

Enter Duke Humfrey and his Men in Mourning Cloakes.

Glost. Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a Cloud: And after Summer, euermore succeedes Barren Winter, with his…

Seru. Tenne, my Lord.

Glost. Tenne is the houre that was appointed me, To watch the comming of my punisht Duchesse: Vnneath…

Enter the Duchesse in a white Sheet, and a Taper burning in her hand, with the Sherife and…

Seru. So please your Grace, wee'le take her from the Sherife.

Gloster. No, stirre not for your liues, let her passe by.

Elianor. Come you, my Lord, to see my open shame? Now thou do'st Penance too. Looke how they…

Glost. Be patient, gentle Nell, forget this griefe.

Elianor. Ah Gloster, teach me to forget my selfe: For whilest I thinke I am thy married Wife,…

Glost. Ah Nell, forbeare: thou aymest all awry. I must offend, before I be attainted: And had I…

Enter a Herald.

Her. I summon your Grace to his Maiesties Parliament, Holden at Bury, the first of this next Moneth.

Glost. And my consent ne're ask'd herein before? This is close dealing. Well, I will be there. My…

Sh. And't please your Grace, here my Commission stayes: And Sir Iohn Stanly is appointed now, To take…

Glost. Must you, Sir Iohn, protect my Lady here?

Stanly. So am I giuen in charge, may't please your Grace.

Glost. Entreat her not the worse, in that I pray You vse her well: the World may laugh…

Elianor. What, gone my Lord, and bid me not fare­ well?

Glost. Witnesse my teares, I cannot stay to speake.

Exit Gloster.

Elianor. Art thou gone to? all comfort goe with thee, For none abides with me: my Ioy, is…

Stanley. Why, Madame, that is to the Ile of Man, There to be vs'd according to your State.

Elianor. That's bad enough, for I am but reproach: And shall I then be vs'd reproachfully?

Stanley. Like to a Duchesse, and Duke Humfreyes Lady, According to that State you shall be vs'd.

Elianor. Sherife farewell, and better then I fare, Although thou hast beene Conduct of my shame.

Sherife. It is my Office, and Madame pardon me.

Elianor. I, I, farewell, thy Office is discharg'd: Come Stanley, shall we goe?

Stanley. Madame, your Penance done, Throw off this Sheet, And goe we to attyre you for our Iourney.

Elianor. My shame will not be shifted with my Sheet: No, it will hang vpon my richest Robes,…

Exeunt

Sound a Senet. Enter King, Queene, Cardinall, Suffolke, Yorke, Buckingham, Salisbury, and Warwicke, to the Parliament.

King. I muse my Lord of Gloster is not come: 'Tis not his wont to be the hindmost…

Queene. Can you not see? or will ye not obserue The strangenesse of his alter'd Countenance? With what…

Suff. Well hath your Highnesse seene into this Duke: And had I first beene put to speake my…

Card. Did he not, contrary to forme of Law, Deuise strange deaths, for small offences done?

Yorke. And did he not in his Protectorship, Leuie great summes of Money through the Realme, For Souldiers…

Buck. Tut, these are petty faults to faults vnknowne, Which time will bring to light in smooth Duke…

King. My Lords at once: the care you haue of vs, To mowe downe Thornes that would annoy…

Qu. Ah what's more dangerous, then this fond affiance? Seemes he a Doue? his feathers are but borrow'd,…

Enter Somerset.

Som. All health vnto my gracious Soueraigne.

King. Welcome Lord Somerset: What Newes from France?

Som. That all your Interest in those Territories, Is vtterly bereft you: all is lost.

King. Cold Newes, Lord Somerset: but Gods will be done.

Yorke. Cold Newes for me: for I had hope of France, As firmely as I hope for fertile…

Enter Gloucester.

Glost. All happinesse vnto my Lord the King: Pardon, my Liege, that I haue stay'd so long.

Suff. Nay Gloster, know that thou art come too soone, Vnlesse thou wert more loyall then thou art:…

Glost. Well Suffolke, thou shalt not see me blush, Nor change my Countenance for this Arrest: A Heart…

Yorke.' Tis thought, my Lord, That you tooke Bribes of France, And being Protector, stay'd the Souldiers pay,…

Glost. Is it but thought so? What are they that thinke it? I neuer rob'd the Souldiers of…

Card. It serues you well, my Lord, to say so much.

Glost. I say no more then truth, so helpe me God.

Yorke. In your Protectorship, you did deuise Strange Tortures for Offendors, neuer heard of, That England was defam'd…

Glost. Why 'tis well known, that whiles I was Protector, Pittie was all the fault that was in…

Suff. My Lord these faults are easie, quickly answer'd: But mightier Crimes are lay'd vnto your charge, Whereof…

King. My Lord of Gloster, 'tis my speciall hope, That you will cleare your selfe from all suspence,…

Glost. Ah gracious Lord, these dayes are dangerous: Vertue is choakt with foule Ambition, And Charitie chas'd hence…

Card. My Liege, his rayling is intollerable. If those that care to keepe your Royall Person From Treasons…

Suff. Hath he not twit our Soueraigne Lady here With ignominious words, though Clarkely coucht? As if she…

Qu. But I can giue the loser leaue to chide.

Glost. Farre truer spoke then meant: I lose indeede, Beshrew the winners, for they play'd me false, And…

Buck. Hee'le wrest the Sence, and hold vs here all day. Lord Cardinall, he is your Prisoner.

Card. Sirs, take away the Duke, and guard him sure.

Glost. Ah, thus King Henry throwes away his Crutch, Before his Legges be firme to beare his Body.…

Exit Gloster.

King. My Lords, what to your wisdomes Seemeth best, Doe, or vndoe, as if our selfe were here.

Queene. What, will your Highnesse leaue the Parlia­ ment?

King. I Margaret: my heart is drown'd with griefe, Whose floud begins to flowe within mine eyes; My…

Exit.

Queene. Free Lords: Cold Snow melts with the Sunnes hot Beames: Henry, my Lord, is cold in great…

Card. That he should dye, is worthie pollicie, But yet we want a Colour for his death: 'Tis…

Suff. But in my minde, that were no pollicie: The King will labour still to saue his Life,…

Yorke. So that by this, you would not haue him dye.

Suff. Ah Yorke, no man aliue, so faine as I.

Yorke. 'Tis Yorke that hath more reason for his death. But my Lord Cardinall, and you my Lord…

Queene. So the poore Chicken should be sure of death.

Suff. Madame 'tis true: and wer't not madnesse then, To make the Fox surueyor of the Fold? Who…

Queene. Thrice Noble Suffolke, 'tis resolutely spoke.

Suff. Not resolute, except so much were done, For things are often spoke, and seldome meant, But that…

Card. But I would haue him dead, my Lord of Suffolke, Ere you can take due Orders for…

Suff. Here is my Hand, the deed is worthy doing.

Queene. And so say I.

Yorke. And I: and now we three haue spoke it, It skills not greatly who impugnes our doome.

Enter a Poste.

Post. Great Lords, from Ireland am I come amaine, To signifie, that Rebels there are vp, And put…

Card. A Breach that craues a quick expedient stoppe. What counsaile giue you in this weightie cause?

Yorke. That Somerset be sent as Regent thither: 'Tis meet that luckie Ruler he imploy'd, Witnesse the fortune…

Som. If Yorke, with all his farre‑set pollicie, Had beene the Regent there, in stead of me, He…

Yorke. No, not to lose it all, as thou hast done. I rather would haue lost my Life…

Qu. Nay then, this sparke will proue a raging fire, If Wind and Fuell be brought, to feed…

Yorke. What, worse then naught? nay, then a shame take all.

Somerset. And in the number, thee, that wishest shame.

Card. My Lord of Yorke, trie what your fortune is: Th'vnciuill Kernes of Ireland are in Armes, And…

Yorke. I will, my Lord, so please his Maiestie.

Suff. Why, our Authoritie is his consent, And what we doe establish, he confirmes: Then, Noble Yorke, take…

Yorke. I am content: Prouide me Souldiers, Lords, Whiles I take order for mine owne affaires.

Suff. A charge, Lord Yorke, that I will see perform'd. But now returne we to the false Duke…

Card. No more of him: for I will deale with him, That henceforth he shall trouble vs no…

Yorke. My Lord of Suffolke, within foureteene dayes At Bristow I expect my Souldiers, For there Ile shippe…

Suff. Ile see it truly done, my Lord of Yorke.

Exeunt.

Manet Yorke.

Yorke. Now Yorke, or neuer, steele thy fearfull thoughts, And change misdoubt to resolution; Be that thou hop'st…

For that Iohn Mortimer, which now is dead, In face, in gate, in speech he doth resemble. By…

Exit.

Enter two or three running ouer the Stage, from the Murther of Duke Humfrey.

1. Runne to my Lord of Suffolke: let him know We haue dispatcht the Duke, as he commanded.

2. Oh, that it were to doe: what haue we done? Didst euer heare a man so penitent?

Enter Suffolke.

1. Here comes my Lord.

Suff. Now Sirs, haue you dispatcht this thing?

1. I, my good Lord, hee's dead.

Suff. Why that's well said. Goe, get you to my House, I will reward you for this venturous…

1. 'Tis, my good Lord.

Suff. Away, begone.

Exeunt.

Sound Trumpets. Enter the King, the Queene, Cardinall, Suffolke, Somerset, with Attendants.

King. Goe call our Vnckle to our presence straight: Say, we intend to try his Grace to day,…

Suff. Ile call him presently, my Noble Lord.

Exit.

King. Lords take your places: and I pray you all Proceed no straiter 'gainst our Vnckle Gloster, Then…

Queene. God forbid any Malice should preuayle, That faultlesse may condemne a Noble man: Pray God he may…

King. I thanke thee Nell, these wordes content mee much. Enter Suffolke. How now? why look'st thou pale?…

Suff. Dead in his Bed, my Lord: Gloster is dead.

Queene. Marry God forfend.

Card. Gods secret Iudgement: I did dreame to Night, The Duke was dumbe, and could not speake a…

King sounds.

Qu. How fares my Lord? Helpe Lords, the King is dead.

Som. Rere vp his Body, wring him by the Nose.

Qu. Runne, goe, helpe, helpe: Oh Henry ope thine eyes.

Suff. He doth reuiue againe, Madame be patient.

King. Oh Heauenly God.

Qu. How fares my gracious Lord?

Suff. Comfort my Soueraigne, gracious Henry com­ fort.

King. What, doth my Lord of Suffolke comfort me? Came he right now to sing a Rauens Note,…

Queene. Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolke thus? Although the Duke was enemie to him, Yet…

King. Ah woe is me for Gloster, wretched man.

Queen. Be woe for me, more wretched then he is. What, Dost thou turne away, and hide thy…

For loosing ken of Albions wished Coast. How often haue I tempted Suffolkes tongue (The agent of thy…

Noyse within. Enter Warwicke, and many Commons.

War. It is reported, mighty Soueraigne, That good Duke Humfrey Traiterously is murdred By Suffolke and the Cardinall…

King. That he is dead good Warwick, 'tis too true, But how he dyed, God knowes, not Henry:…

War. That shall I do my Liege; Stay Salsburie With the rude multitude, till I returne.

King. O thou that iudgest all things, stay my thoghts: My thoughts, that labour to perswade my soule,…

Warw. Come hither gracious Soueraigne, view this body.

King. That is to see how deepe my graue is made, For with his soule fled all my…

War. As surely as my soule intends to liue With that dread King that tooke our state vpon…

Suf. A dreadfull Oath, sworne with a solemn tongue: What instance giues Lord Warwicke for his vow.

War. See how the blood is setled in his face. Oft haue I seene a timely‑parted Ghost, Of…

Suf. Why Warwicke, who should do the D. to death? My selfe and Beauford had him in protection,…

War. But both of you were vowed D. Humfries foes, And you (forsooth) had the good Duke to…

Queen. Than you belike suspect these Noblemen, As guilty of Duke Humfries timelesse death.

Warw. Who finds the Heyfer dead, and bleeding fresh, And sees fast‑by, a Butcher with an Axe, But…

Qu. Are you the Butcher, Suffolk? where's your Knife? Is Beauford tearm'd a Kyte? where are his Tallons?

Suff. I weare no Knife, to slaughter sleeping men, But here's a vengefull Sword, rusted with ease, That…

Warw. What dares not Warwick, if false Suffolke dare him?

Qu. He dares not calme his contumelious Spirit, Nor cease to be an arrogant Controller, Though Suffolke dare…

Warw. Madame be still: with reuerence may I say, For euery word you speake in his behalfe, Is…

Suff. Blunt‑witted Lord, ignoble in demeanor, If euer Lady wrong'd her Lord so much, Thy Mother tooke into…

Warw. But that the guilt of Murther bucklers thee, And I should rob the Deaths‑man of his Fee,…

Suff. Thou shalt be waking, while I shed thy blood, If from this presence thou dar'st goe with…

Warw. Away euen now, or I will drag thee hence: Vnworthy though thou art, Ile cope with thee,…

Exeunt.

King. What stronger Brest‑plate then a heart vntainted? Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his Quarrell iust; And…

A noyse within.

Queene. What noyse is this?

Enter Suffolke and Warwicke, with their Weapons drawne.

King. Why how now Lords? Your wrathfull Weapons drawne, Here in our presence? Dare you be so bold?…

Suff. The trayt'rous Warwick, with the men of Bury, Set all vpon me, mightie Soueraigne.

Enter Salisbury.

Salisb. Sirs stand apart, the King shall know your minde. Dread Lord, the Commons send you word by…

Suff. 'Tis like the Commons, rude vnpolisht Hindes, Could send such Message to their Soueraigne: But you, my…

Within. An answer from the King, or wee will all breake in.

King. Goe Salisbury, and tell them all from me, I thanke them for their tender louing care; And…

Qu. Oh Henry, let me pleade for gentle Suffolke.

King. Vngentle Queene, to call him gentle Suffolke. No more I say: if thou do'st pleade for him,…

Exit.

Qu. Mischance and Sorrow goe along with you, Hearts Discontent, and sowre Affliction, Be play‑fellowes to keepe you…

Suff. Cease, gentle Queene, these Execrations, And let thy Suffolke take his heauie leaue.

Queen. Fye Coward woman, and soft harted wretch, Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemy.

Suf. A plague vpon them: wherefore should I cursse them? Would curses kill, as doth the Mandrakes grone,…

Q. Enough sweet Suffolke, thou torment'st thy selfe, And these dread curses like the Sunne 'gainst glasse, Or…

Suf. You bad me ban, and will you bid me leaue? Now by the ground that I am…

Qu. Oh, let me intreat thee cease, giue me thy hand, That I may dew it with my…

Suf. Thus is poore Suffolke ten times banished, Once by the King, and three times thrice by thee.…

Enter Vaux.

Queene. Whether goes Vaux so fast? What newes I prethee?

Vaux. To signifie vnto his Maiesty, That Cardinall Beauford is at point of death: For sodainly a greeuous…

Qu. Go tell this heauy Message to the King. Exit Aye me! What is this World? What newes…

Suf. If I depart from thee, I cannot liue, And in thy fight to dye, what were it…

Queen. Away: Though parting be a fretfull corosiue, It is applyed to a deathfull wound. To France sweet…

Suf. I go.

Qu. And take my heart with thee.

Suf. A Iewell lockt into the wofulst Caske, That euer did containe a thing of worth, Euen as…

Qu. This way for me.

Exeunt

Enter the King, Salisbury, and Warwicke, to the Cardinal in bed.

King. How fare's my Lord? Speake Beauford to thy Soueraigne.

Ca. If thou beest death, Ile giue thee Englands Treasure, Enough to purchase such another Island, So thou…

King. Ah, what a signe it is of euill life, Where death's approach is seene so terrible.

War. Beauford, it is thy Soueraigne speakes to thee.

Beau. Bring me vnto my Triall when you will. Dy'de he not in his bed? Where should he…

King. Oh thou eternall mouer of the heauens, Looke with a gentle eye vpon this Wretch, Oh beate…

War. See how the pangs of death do make him grin.

Sal. Disturbe him not, let him passe peaceably.

King. Peace to his soule, if Gods good pleasure be. Lord Card'nall, if thou think'st on heauens blisse,…

War. So bad a death, argues a monstrous life.

King. Forbeare to iudge, for we are sinners all. Close vp his eyes, and draw the Curtaine close,…

Exeunt.

Alarum. Fight at Sea. Ordnance goes off.

Enter Lieutenant, Suffolke, and others.

Lieu. The gaudy blabbing and remorsefull day, Is crept into the bosome of the Sea: And now loud…

1. Gent. What is my ransome Master, let me know.

Ma. A thousand Crownes, or else lay down your head

Mate. And so much shall you giue, or off goes yours.

Lieu. What thinke you much to pay 2000. Crownes, And beare the name and port of Gentlemen? Cut…

1. Gent. Ile giue it sir, and therefore spare my life.

2. Gent. And so will I, and write home for it straight.

Whitm. I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboord, And therefore to reuenge it, shalt thou dye,…

Lieu. Be not so rash, take ransome, let him liue.

Suf. Looke on my George, I am a Gentleman, Rate meat what thou wilt, thou shalt be payed.

Whit. And so am I: my name is Walter Whitmore. How now? why starts thou? What doth death…

Suf. Thy name affrights me, in whose sound is death: A cunning man did calculate my birth, And…

Whit. Gualtier or Walter, which it is I care not, Neuer yet did base dishonour blurre our name,…

Suf. Stay Whitmore, for thy Prisoner is a Prince, The Duke of Suffolke, William de la Pole.

Whit. The Duke of Suffolke, muffled vp in ragges?

Suf. I, but these ragges are no part of the Duke.

Lieu. But Ioue was neuer slaine as thou shalt be, Obscure and lowsie Swaine, King Henries blood.

Suf. The honourable blood of Lancaster Must not be shed by such a iaded Groome: Hast thou not…

Whit. Speak Captaine, shall I stab the forlorn Swain.

Lieu. First let my words stab him, as he hath me.

Suf. Base slaue, thy words are blunt, and so art thou.

Lieu. Conuey him hence, and on our long boats side, Strike off his head.

Suf. Thou dar'st not for thy owne.

Lieu. Poole, Sir Poole? Lord, I kennell, puddle, sinke, whose filth and dirt Troubles the siluer Spring, where…

Suf. O that I were a God, to shoot forth Thunder Vpon these paltry, seruile, abiect Drudges: Small…

Lieu. Water: W. Come Suffolke, I must waft thee to thy death.

Suf. Pine gelidus timor occupant artus, it is thee I feare.

Wal. Thou shalt haue cause to feare before I leaue thee. What, are ye danted now? Now will…

1. Gent. My gracious Lord intreat him, speak him fair.

Suf. Suffolkes Imperiall tongue is sterne and rough: Vs'd to command, vntaught to pleade for fauour. Farre be…

Lieu. Hale him away, and let him talke no more: Come Souldiers, shew what cruelty ye can.

Suf. That this my death may neuer be forgot. Great men oft dye by vilde Bezonions. A Romane…

Exit Water with Suffolke.

Lieu. And as for these whose ransome we haue set, It is our pleasure one of them depart:…

Exit Lieutenant, and the rest.

Manet the first Gent. Enter Walter with the body.

Wal. There let his head, and liuelesse bodie lye, Vntill the Queene his Mistris bury it.

Exit Walter.

1. Gent. O barbarous and bloudy spectacle, His body will I beare vnto the King: If he reuenge…

Enter Beuis, and Iohn Holland.

Beuis. Come and get thee a sword, though made of a Lath, they haue bene vp these two…

Hol. They haue the more neede to sleepe now then.

Beuis. I tell thee, Iacke Cade the Cloathier, meanes to dresse the Common‑wealth and turne it, and set…

Hol. So he had need, for 'tis thred‑bare. Well, I say, it was neuer merrie world in England,…

Beuis. O miserable Age: Vertue is not regarded in Handy‑crafts men.

Hol. The Nobilitie thinke scorne to goe in Leather Aprons.

Beuis. Nay more, the Kings Councell are no good Workemen.

Hol. True: and yet it is said, Labour in thy Vocati­ on: which is as much to say,…

Beuis. Thou hast hit it: for there's no better signe of a braue minde, then a hard hand.

Hol. I see them, I see them: There's Bests Sonne, the Tanner of Wingham.

Beuis. Hee shall haue the skinnes of our enemies, to make Dogges Leather of.

Hol. And Dicke the Butcher.

Beuis. Then is sin strucke downe like an Oxe, and ini­ quities throate cut like a Calfe.

Hol. And Smith the Weauer.

Beu. Argo, their thred of life is spun.

Hol. Come, come, let's fall in with them.

Drumme. Enter Cade, Dicke Butcher, Smith the Weauer, and a Sawyer, with infinite numbers.

Cade. Wee Iohn Cade, so tearm'd of our supposed Fa­ ther.

But. Or rather of stealing a Cade of Herrings.

Cade. For our enemies shall faile before vs, inspired with the spirit of putting down Kings and Princes.…

But. Silence.

Cade. My Father was a Mortimer.

But. He was an honest man, and a good Bricklayer.

Cade. My mother a Plantagenet.

Butch. I knew her well, she was a Midwife.

Cade. My wife descended of the Lacies.

But. She was indeed a Pedlers daughter, & sold many Laces.

Weauer. But now of late, not able to trauell with her furr'd Packe, she washes buckes here at…

Cade. Therefore am I of an honorable house.

But. I by my faith, the field is honourable, and there was he borne, vnder a hedge: for…

Cade. Valiant I am.

Weauer. A must needs, for beggery is valiant.

Cade. I am able to endure much.

But. No question of that: for I haue seene him whipt three Market dayes together.

Cade. I feare neither sword, nor fire.

Wea. He neede not feare the sword, for his Coate is of proofe.

But. But me thinks he should stand in feare of fire, be­ ing burnt i'th hand for stealing…

Cade. Be braue then, for your Captaine is Braue, and Vowes Reformation. There shall be in England, seuen…

All. God saue your Maiesty.

Cade. I thanke you good people. There shall bee no mony, all shall eate and drinke on my…

But. The first thing we do, let's kill all the Lawyers.

Cade. Nay, that I meane to do. Is not this a lamenta­ ble thing, that of the skin…

Enter a Clearke.

Weauer. The Clearke of Chartam: hee can write and reade, and cast accompt.

Cade. O monstrous.

Wea. We tooke him setting of boyes Copies.

Cade. Here's a Villaine.

Wea. Ha's a Booke in his pocket with red Letters in't

Cade. Nay then he is a Coniurer.

But. Nay, he can make Obligations, and write Court hand.

Cade. I am sorry for't: The man is a proper man of mine Honour: vnlesse I finde him…

Clearke. Emanuell.

But. They vse to writ it on the top of Letters: 'Twill go hard with you.

Cade. Let me alone: Dost thou vse to write thy name? Or hast thou a make to thy…

Clearke. Sir I thanke God, I haue bin so well brought vp, that I can write my name.

All. He hath confest: away with him: he's a Villaine and a Traitor.

Cade. Away with him I say: Hang him with his Pen and Inke‑horne about his necke.

Exit one wth the Clearke

Enter Michael.

Mich. Where's our Generall?

Cade. Heere I am thou particular fellow.

Mich. Fly, fly, fly, Sir Humfrey Stafford and his brother are hard by, with the Kings Forces.

Cade. Stand villaine, stand, or Ile fell thee downe: he shall be encountred with a man as good…

Mich. No.

Cade. To equall him I will make my selfe a knight pre­ sently; Rise vp Sir Iohn Mortimer.…

Enter Sir Humfrey Stafford, and his Brother, with Drum and Soldiers.

Staff. Rebellious Hinds, the filth and scum of Kent, Mark'd for the Gallowes: Lay your Weapons downe, Home…

Bro. But angry, wrathfull, and inclin'd to blood, If you go forward: therefore yeeld, or dye.

Cade. As for these silken‑coated slaues I passe not, It is to you good people, that I speake,…

Staff. Villaine, thy Father was a Playsterer, And thou thy selfe a Sheareman, art thou not?

Cade. And Adam was a Gardiner.

Bro. And what of that?

Cade. Marry, this Edmund Mortimer Earle of March, married the Duke of Clarence daughter, did he not?

Staff. I sir.

Cade. By her he had two children at one birth.

Bro. That's false.

Cade. I, there's the question; But I say, 'tis true: The elder of them being put to nurse,…

But. Nay, 'tis too true, therefore he shall be King.

Wea. Sir, he made a Chimney in my Fathers house,& the brickes are aliue at this day to…

Staf. And will you credit this base Drudges Wordes, that speakes he knowes not what.

All. I marry will we: therefore get ye gone.

Bro. Iacke Cade, the D. of York hath taught you this.

Cade. He lyes, for I inuented it my selfe. Go too Sir­ rah, tell the King from me,…

Butcher. And furthermore, wee'l haue the Lord Sayes head, for selling the Dukedome of Maine.

Cade And good reason: for thereby is England main'd And faine to go with a staffe, but that…

Staf. O grosse and miserable ignorance.

Cade. Nay answer if you can: The Frenchmen are our enemies: go too then, I ask but this:…

All. No, no, and therefore wee'l haue his head.

Bro. Well, seeing gentle words will not preuayle, Assaile them with the Army of the King.

Staf. Herald away, and throughout euery Towne, Proclaime them Traitors that are vp with Cade, That those which…

Exit.

Cade. And you that loue the Commons, follow me: Now shew your selues men, 'tis for Liberty. We…

But. They are all in order, and march toward vs.

Cade. But then are we in order, when we are most out of order. Come, march forward.

Alarums to the fight, wherein both the Staffords are slaine.

Enter Cade and the rest.

Cade. Where's Dicke, the Butcher of Ashford?

But. Heere sir.

Cade. They fell before thee like Sheepe and Oxen, & thou behaued'st thy selfe, as if thou hadst…

But. I desire no more.

Cade. And to speake truth, thou deseru'st no lesse. This Monument of the victory will I beare, and…

But. If we meane to thriue, and do good, breake open the Gaoles, and let out the Prisoners.

Cade. Feare not that I warrant thee. Come, let's march towards London.

Exeunt.

Enter the King with a Supplication, and the Queene with Suf­ folkes head, the Duke of Buckingham, and…

Queene. Oft haue I heard that greefe softens the mind, And makes it fearefull and degenerate, Thinke therefore…

Buc. What answer makes your Grace to the Rebells Supplication?

King. Ile send some holy Bishop to intreat: For God forbid, so many simple soules Should perish by…

Qu. Ah barbarous villaines: Hath this louely face, Rul'd like a wandering Plannet ouer me, And could it…

King. Lord Say, Iacke Cade hath sworne to huae thy head.

Say. I, but I hope your Highnesse shall haue his.

King. How now Madam? Still lamenting and mourning for Suffolkes death? I feare me (Loue) if that I…

Qu. No my Loue, I should not mourne, but dye for thee.

Enter a Messenger.

King. How now? What newes? Why com'st thou in such haste?

Mes. The Rebels are in Southwatke: Fly my Lord: Iacke Cade proclaimes himselfe Lord Mortimer, Descended from the…

Kin. Oh gracelesse men: they know not what they do.

Buck. My gracious Lord, retire to Killingworth, Vntill a power be rais'd to put them downe.

Qu. Ah were the Duke of Suffolke now aliue, These Kentish Rebels would be soone appeas'd.

King. Lord Say, the Traitors hateth thee, Therefore away with vs to Killingworth.

Say. So might your Graces person be in danger: The sight of me is odious in their eyes:…

Enter another Messenger.

Mess. Iacke Cade hath gotten London‑bridge. The Citizens flye and forsake their houses: The Rascall people, thirsting after…

Buc. Then linger not my Lord, away, take horse.

King. Come Margaret, God our hope will succor vs.

Qu. My hope is gone, now Suffolke is deceast.

King. Farewell my Lord, trust not the Kentish Rebels

Buc. Trust no body for feare you betraid.

Say. The trust I haue, is in mine innocence, And therefore am I bold and resolute.

Exeunt.

Enter Lord Scales vpon the Tower walking. Then enters two or three Citizens below.

Scales. How now? Is Iacke Cade slaine?

1. Cit. No my Lord, nor likely to be slaine: For they haue wonne the Bridge, Killing all…

Scales. Such ayd as I can spare you shall command, But I am troubled heere with them my…

Exeunt

Enter Iacke Cade and the rest, and strikes his staffe on London stone.

Cade. Now is Mortimer Lord of this City, And heere sitting vpon London Stone, I charge and command,…

Enter a Soldier running.

Soul. Iacke Cade, Iacke Cade.

Cade. Knocke him downe there.

They kill him.

But. If this Fellow be wise, hee'l neuer call yee Iacke Cade more, I thinke he hath a…

Dicke. My Lord, there's an Army gathered together in Smithfield.

Cade. Come, then let's go fight with them: But first, go and set London Bridge on fire, And…

Exeunt omnes.

Alarums. Mathew Goffe is slain, and all the rest. Then enter Iacke Cade, with his Company.

Cade. So sirs: now go some and pull down the Sauoy: Others to'th Innes of Court, downe with…

But. I haue a suite vnto your Lordship.

Cade. Bee it a Lordshippe, thou shalt haue it for that word.

But. Onely that the Lawes of England may come out of your mouth.

Iohn. Masse 'twill be sore Law then, for he was thrust in the mouth with a Speare, and…

Smith. Nay Iohn, it wil be stinking Law, for his breath stinkes with eating toasted cheese.

Cade. I haue thought vpon it, it shall bee so. Away, burne all the Records of the Realme,…

Iohn. Then we are like to haue biting Statutes Vnlesse his teeth be pull'd out.

Cade. And hence‑forward all things shall be in Com­ mon.

Enter a Messenger.

Mes. My Lord, a prize, a prize, heeres the Lord Say, which sold the Townes in France. He…

Enter George, with the Lord Say.

Cade. Well, hee shall be beheaded for it ten times: Ah thou Say, thou Surge, nay thou Buckram…

Say. What of that?

Cade. Marry, thou ought'st not to let thy horse weare a Cloake, when honester men then thou go…

Dicke. And worke in their shirt to, as my selfe for ex­ ample, that am a butcher.

Say. You men of Kent.

Dic. What say you of Kent.

Say. Nothing but this: 'Tis bona terra, mala gens.

Cade. Away with him, away with him, he speaks La­ tine.

Say. Heare me but speake, and beare mee wher'e you will: Kent, in the Commentaries Cæsar writ, Is…

Cade. Tut, when struck'st thou one blow in the field?

Say. Great men haue reaching hands: oft haue I struck Those that I neuer saw, and strucke them…

Geo. O monstrous Coward! What, to come behinde Folkes?

Say. These cheekes are pale for watching for your good

Cade. Giue him a box o'th'eare, and that wil make 'em red againe.

Say. Long sitting to determine poore mens causes, Hath made me full of sicknesse and diseases.

Cade. Ye shall haue a hempen Candle then, & the help of hatchet.

Dicke. Why dost thou quiuer man?

Say. The Palsie, and not feare prouokes me.

Cade. Nay, he noddes at vs, as who should say, Ile be euen with you. Ile see if…

Say. Tell me: wherein haue I offended most? Haue I affected wealth, or honor? Speake. Are my Chests…

Cade. I feele remorse in my selfe with his words: but Ile bridle it: he shall dye, and…

All. It shall be done.

Say. Ah Countrimen: If when you make your prair's, God should be so obdurate as your selues: How…

Cade. Away with him, and do as I command ye: the proudest Peere in the Realme, shall not…

Dicke. My Lord, When shall we go to Cheapside, and take up commodi­ ties vpon our billes?

Cade. Marry presently.

All. O braue.

Enter one with the heads.

Cade. But is not this brauer: Let them kisse one another: For they lou'd well When they were…

Exit

Alarum, and Retreat. Enter againe Cade, and all his rabblement.

Cade. Vp Fish‑streete, downe Saint Magnes corner, kill and knocke downe, throw them into Thames: Sound a parley.…

Enter Buckingham, and old Clifford.

Buc. I heere they be, that dare and will disturb thee: Know Cade, we come Ambassadors from the…

Clif. What say ye Countrimen, will ye relent And yeeld to mercy, whil'st 'tis offered you, Or let…

All. God saue the King, God saue the King.

Cade. What Buckingham and Clifford are ye so braue? And you base Pezants, do ye beleeue him, will…

All. Wee'l follow Cade, Wee'l follow Cade.

Clif. Is Cade the sonne of Henry the fift, That thus you do exclaime you'l go with him.…

All. A Clifford, a Clifford, Wee'l follow the King, and Clifford.

Cade. Was euer Feather so lightly blowne too & fro, As this multitude? The name of Henry the…

Exit

Buck. What, is he fled? Go some and follow him, And he that brings his head vnto the…

Exeunt omnes.

Sound Trumpets. Enter King, Queene, and Somerset on the Tarras.

King. Was euer King that ioy'd an earthly Throne, And could command no more content then I? No…

Enter Buckingham and Clifford.

Buc. Health and glad tidings to your Maiesty.

Kin. Why Buckingham, is the Traitor Cade surpris'd? Or is he but retir'd to make him strong?

Enter Multitudes with Halters about their Neckes.

Clif. He is fled my Lord, and all his powers do yeeld, And humbly thus with halters on…

King. Then heauen set ope thy euerlasting gates, To entertaine my vowes of thankes and praise. Souldiers, this…

All. God saue the King, God saue the King.

Enter a Messenger.

Mes. Please it your Grace to be aduertised, The Duke of Yorke is newly come from Ireland, And…

King. Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and Yorke distrest, Like to a Ship, that hauing scap'd a…

Somerset. My Lord, Ile yeelde my selfe to prison willingly, Or vnto death, to do my Countrey good.

King. In any case, be not to rough in termes, For he is fierce, and cannot brooke hard…

Buc. I will my Lord, and doubt not so to deale, As all things shall redound vnto your…

King. Come wife, let's in, and learne to gouern better, For yet may England curse my wretched raigne.

Flourish.

Exeunt.

Enter Cade.

Cade. Fye on Ambitions: fie on my selfe, that haue a sword, and yet am ready to famish.…

Enter Iden.

Iden. Lord, who would liue turmoyled in the Court, And may enioy such quiet walkes as these? This…

Cade. Heere's the Lord of the soile come to seize me for a stray, for entering his Fee‑simple…

Iden. Why rude Companion, whatsoere thou be, I know thee not, why then should I betray thee? Is't…

Cade. Braue thee? I by the best blood that ever was broach'd, and beard thee to. Looke on…

Iden. Nay, it shall nere be said, while England stands, That Alexander Iden an Esquire of Kent, Tooke…

Cade. By my Valour: the most compleate Champi­ on that euer I heard. Steele, if thou turne the…

Iden. Is't Cade that I haue slain, that monstrous traitor? Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy…

Cade. Iden farewell, and be proud of thy victory: Tell Kent from me, she hath lost her best…

Dyes.

Id. How much thou wrong'st me, heauen be my iudge; Die damned Wretch, the curse of her that…

Exit.

Enter Yorke, and his Army of Irish, with Drum and Colours.

Yor. From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right, And plucke the Crowne from feeble Henries head.…

Buc. Yorke, if thou meanest wel, I greet thee well.

Yor. Humfrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting. Art thou a Messenger, or come of pleasure.

Buc. A Messenger from Henry, our dread Liege, To know the reason of these Armes in peace. Or…

Yor. Scarse can I speake, my Choller is so great. Oh I could hew up Rockes, and fight…

Buc. That is too much presumption on thy part: But if thy Armes be to no other end,…

Yorke. Vpon thine Honor is he Prisoner?

Buck. Vpon mine Honor he is Prisoner.

Yorke. Then Buckingham I do dismisse my Powres. Souldiers, I thanke you all: disperse your selues: Meet me…

Buc. Yorke, I commend this kinde submission, We twaine will go into his Highnesse Tent.

Enter King and Attendants.

King. Buckingham, doth Yorke intend no harme to vs That thus he marcheth with thee arme in arme?

Yorke. In all submission and humility, Yorke doth present himselfe vnto your Highnesse.

K. Then what intends these Forces thou dost bring?

Yor. To heaue the Traitor Somerset from hence, And fight against that monstrous Rebell Cade, Who since I…

Enter Iden with Cades head.

Iden. If one so rude, and of so meane condition May passe into the presence of a King:…

King. The head of Cade? Great God, how iust art thou? Oh let me view his Visage being…

Iden. I was, an't like your Maiesty.

King. How art thou call'd? And what is thy degree?

Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name, A poore Esquire of Kent, that loues his King.

Buc. So please it you my Lord, 'twere not amisse He were created Knight for his good seruice.

King. Iden, kneele downe, rise vp a Knight: We giue thee for reward a thousand Markes, And will,…

Iden. May Iden liue to merit such a bountie, And neuer liue but true vnto his Liege.

Enter Queene and Somerset.

K. See Buckingham, Somerset comes with th'Queene, Go bid her hide him quickly from the Duke.

Qu. For thousand Yorkes he shall not hide his head, But boldly stand, and front him to his…

Yor. How now? is Somerset at libertie? Then Yorke vnloose thy long imprisoned thoughts, And let thy tongue…

Som. O monstrous Traitor! I arrest thee Yorke Of Capitall Treason 'gainst the King and Crowne: Obey audacious…

York. Wold'st haue me kneele? First let me ask of thee, If they can brooke I bow a…

Qu. Call hither Clifford, bid him come amaine, To say, if that the Bastard boyes of Yorke Shall…

Yorke. O blood‑bespotted Neopolitan, Out‑cast of Naples, Englands bloody Scourge, The sonnes of Yorke, thy betters in their…

Enter Clifford.

Qu. And here comes Clifford to deny their baile.

Clif. Health, and all happinesse to my Lord the King.

Yor. I thanke thee Clifford: Say, what newes with thee? Nay, do not fright vs with an angry…

Clif. This is my King Yorke, I do not mistake, But thou mistakes me much to thinke I…

King. I Clifford, a Bedlem and ambitious humor Makes him oppose himselfe against his King.

Clif. He is a Traitor, let him to the Tower, And chop away that factious pate of his.

Qu. He is atrested, but will not obey: His sonnes (he sayes) shall giue their words for him.

Yor. Will you not Sonnes?

Edw. I Noble Father, if our words will serue.

Rich. And if words will not, then our Weapons shal.