glad he met her non Vnckle Gloster what answere makes your grace Concerning our Regent for the Realme of France Whom thinkes your grace is meetest for to send Humph. My gracious Lord then this is my resolue For that these words the Armourer doth speake Doth breede suspition on the part of Yorke Let Somerset be Regent ouer the French Till trial 's made and Yorke may cleere himselfe King Then be it so my Lord of Somerset We make your grace Regent ouer the French And to defend our rights gainst forraine foes And so do good vnto the Realme of France Make haste my Lord t is time that you were gone The time of truce I thinke is full expirde Somer I humbly thanke your royall maiestie And take my leaue to poste with speede to France exit Somerset King Come vnckle Gloster now le ts haue our horse For we will to Saint Albones presently Madame your hawke they say is swift of flight And we will trie how she will flie to day exeunt omnes Enter Elnor with sir Iohn Hum Roger Bullenbrooke a Coniurer and Margery Iourdaine a Witch Elnor Here sir Iohn take this scrole of paper here Wherein is writ the questions you shall aske And I will stand vpon this Tower here And heare the spirit what it saies to you And to my questions write the answeres downe She goes vp to the Tower sir Iohn Now sirs begin and cast your spels about And charme the fiends for to obey your wills And tell Dame Elnor of the thing she askes Witch Then Roger Bullenbrooke about thy taske And frame a circle here vpon the earth Whilst I thereon all prostrate on my face Do talke and whisper with the diuells below And coniure them for to obey my will She lies downe vpon her face Bullenbrooke makes a cirâ—le Bullen Darke night dread night the silence of the night Wherein the Furies maske in hellish troupes Send vp I charge you from Sosetus lake The spirit Askalon to come to me To pierce the bowells of this centricke earth And hither come in twinckling of an eie Askalon Ascenda Ascenda It thunders and lightens and then the spirit riseth vp spirit Now Bullenbrooke what wouldst thou haue me do Bullen First of the King what shall become of him spirit The Duke yet liues that Henry shall depose Yet him out liue and die a violent death Bullen What fate awaits the Duke of Suffolke spirite By water he shall die and take his end Bullen What shall betide the Duke of Somerset spirit Let him shun castles safer shal he be vpon the sandy plaines where castles mounted stand Now question me no more for I must hence againe He sinkes downe againe Bullen Then downe I say vnto the damned poole Where Pluto in his firie waggon sits Riding amidst the singde and parched smoakes The Rode of Dytas by the riuer Styx There howle and burne for euer in those flames Rise Iordane rise and stay thy charming spells Sonnes we are betraide Enter the Duke of Yorke and the duke of Buckingham and others Yorke Come sirs lay hands on them and bind them sure This time was well watcht what Madame are you there This will be great credit for your husband That you are plotting treasons thus with Coniurers The King shall haue a notice of this thing exit Elnor aboue Buck. See here my Lord what the diuell hath writ Yorke Giue it me my Lord I le shew it to the King Go sirs see them fast lockt in prison exit with them Buck. My Lord I pray you let me go poste vnto the King Vnto Saint Albones to tell this newes Yorke Content away then about it straight Buck. Farewell my Lord. exit Buckingham Yorke Who 's within there Enter one One My Lord. Yorke Sitra go will the Earle of Salsbury and Warwicke to sup with me to night exit Yorke One I will my lord exit Enter the King and Queene with her hawke on her fift and Duke Humphrey and Suffolke and the Cardinall as if they came from hawking Queene My lord how did your grace like this last flight But as I cast her off the wind did rise And t was ten to one old Ione had not gone out King How wonderfull the Lords workes are on earth Euen in these seely creatures of his hands Vnckle Gloster how hie your hawke did soare And on a sodain sowst the partridge downe Suff No maruel if it please your maiestie My lord Protectors hawke doe towre so well He knowes his master loues to be aloft Hum. Faith my Lord it is but a base mind That can soare no higher then a Faulcons pitch Card. I thought your grace would be aboue the clowdes Hum. Yea my lord Cardinall were it not good Your grace could flie to heauen Card. Thy heauen is on earth thy words and thoughts beat on a crowne prowd Protector dangerous Peere to smooth it thus with King and common-wealth Hum. How now my lord why this is more then needes church-men so hote good vnckle can you dote Suff. Why not hauing so good a quarrel and so bad a cause Hum. As how my lord Suff. As you my lord and it like your Lordly lords Protectorship Hum. Why Suffolke England knowes thy insolence Queen And thy ambition Gloster King Cease gentle Queene and whet not on these furious Lords to wrath for blessed are the peace-makers on earth Card. Let me be blessed for the peace I make Against this prowd Protector with my sword Hum. Faith holy vnckle I would it were come to that Card. Euen when thou darest Hum. Dare I tell thee Priest Plantagenets could neuer brooke the dare Card. I am Plantaganet as well as thou and son to Iohn of Gaunt Hum. In Bastardie Card. I scorne thy words Hum. Make vp no factious numbers but euen in thine own person meete me at the East end of the groue Card. Here 's my hand I will King Why how now Lords Card. Faith cosin Gloster had not your man cast off so soon we had had more sport to day come with thy sword and buckler Hum. Faith priestile shaue your crowne Card. Protector protect thy selfe well King The wind growes high so doth your color lords Enter one crying a myracle How now now sirra what miracle is it One And it please your grace there is a man that came blind to saint Albons and hath receiued his fignt at his shrine King Go fetch him hither that we may glorifie the Lord with him Enter the Mayor of saint Albons and his brethren with musicke bearing the man that had beene blind betweene two in a chaire King Thou happy man giue God eternall praise For he it is that thus hath helped thee Humphrey Where wast thou borne poore man At Barwicke sir in the North. Hum. At Barwicke and come thus far for help poore Yea sir it was told me in my sleepe That sweet saint Albons should giue me my sight againe Hum. What art thou lame too Poore man Yea indeed
stumble in mine earnest words Mine etes should sparkle like the beaten slint My haire be fixt on end as one distraught And euery ioynt should seeme to curse and ban And now me thinkes my burthened heart would breake 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 Their softest touch as smart as lyzards stings Their musique frightfull like the serpents hisse And boding scrike-owles make the consort full All the foule terrors in darke seated hell Queene Enough sweete Suffolke thou tormentst thy self Suffolke You bade me ban and will you bid me ceased 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 biting cold would neuer let grasse grow And thinke it but a minute spent in sport Queene No more sweete Suffolk hie thee hence to France Or liue where thou wilt within this worldes globe I le haue an Irish that shall find thee out And long thou shalt not stay but I le haue thee repeald Or venture to be banished my selfe Oh let this kisle be printed in thy hand That when thou seest it thou maist thinke on me A way I say that I may feele my griefe For it is nothing whilst thou standest here Suff. Thus is poore Suffolke ten times banished Once by the King but three times thrice by thee Enter Uawse Queene How now whither goes Vawse so fast Vawse To signific vnto his maiesty That Cardinall Bewford is at point of death Somtimes he raues and cries as he were mad Sometimes he calls vpon Duke Humphreys ghost And whispers to his pillow as to him And sometime he calls to speake vnto the King And I am going to certifie vnto his grace That euen now he cald alowd for him Queene Go then good Vawse and certifie the King exit Uawse Oh what is worldly pompe all men must die And woe am I for Bewfords heauy end But why mourne I for him whilst thou art here Sweete Suffolke hie thee hence to France For if the King do come thou sure must die Suff. And if I go I cannot liue but here to die VVhat were it else but like a pleasant slumber In thy lap Here could I could I breeath my soule into the ayre As milde and gentle as the new borne babe That dies with mothers dug between his lips VVhere from thy sight I should be raging mad And call for thee to close mine eies Or with thy lips to stop my dying soule That I might breath it so into thy body And then it liude 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 stay befall what may befall Queene Oh mightst thou stay with safetie of thy life Then shouldst thou stay but heauens deny it And therefore go but hope ere long to be repeald Suff. I goe Queene And take my heart with thee She kissesh him Suff. A iewell lockt into the wofulst caske That euer yet containd a thing of worth Thus like a splitted barke so sunder we This way fall I to death exit Suffolke Queene This way for me exit Queene 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 mad Car. O death if thou wilt let me liue but one whole yeare He giue thee as much gold as wil purchase such another Iland King Oh see my lord of Salsbury how he is troubled Lord Cardinall remember Christ must haue thy soule Car. Why died he not in his bed 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 sont Oh see where Duke Humphreys ghost doth stand me And stares me in the face looke look combe down his haire So now hee s gone againe Oh oh oh Sall. See how the pangs of death doth gripe his heart King Lord Cardinal 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 Oh God forgiue his soule Sals. So bad an end 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 Go take him hence and see his funeralls be performde exeunt omnes Alarmes within and the chambers be discharged like as in were a fight at sea And then enter the captaine of the shippe and the Master and the Masters mate and the duke of Suffolke disguised and others with him and Walter Whickemore Cap. Bring forward these prisoners that scornd to yeeld Vnlade their goods with speed and sincke their ship Here master this prisoner I giue to you This other the Masters Mate shall haue And Walter Whickmore thou shalt haue this man And let them pay their ransomes ere they passe Suff. Walter he starteth Walter How now what doest thou feare me Thou shalt haue better cause anon Suff. It is thy name affrights me not thy selfe I do remember well a cunning wisard told me That by Walter I should die Yet let not that make thee bloudie minded Thy name being rightly sounded Is Gualter not Walter Walter Gualter or Walter all 's on to me I am the man must bring thee to thy death Suff. I am a Gentleman looke on my Ring Ransome me at what thou wilt it shall be paid Walter I lost mine eye in boording of the ship And therefore ere I marchant-like sell bloud for gold Then cast me headlong downe into the sea 2 Priso But what shall our ransomes be Master A hundreth pounds a peece either pay that or die 2 Priso Then saue our liues it shall be paid Walter Come sirra thy life shall be the ransome I wil haue Suff. Stay villaine thy prisoner is a prince The Duke of Suffolke William de la Poole Cap. The Duke of Suffolke folded vp in rags Suf. Yea sir but these rags are no part of the duke Ioue sometime went disguisde and why not I Cap. Yea but Ioue was neuer slaine as thou shalt be Suff. Base Iady groome King Henries bloud The honorable bloud of Lancaster 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. I le waffe thee to thy death go Walter take him hence And on our long boates side chop off his head Suff Thou darste not for thine owne Cap. Yes Poole Suff. Poole Cap. Yea Poole puddle kennell sincke and durt I le stop that yawning mouth of thine Those lips of thine that so oft haue kist the Queene Shall sweep the ground and thou that Smildst at good duke Humphreys death Shalt liue no longer to infect the earth Suff. This villain being but Captain
of a Pinnais Threatens more plagues then mighty Abradas The great Macedonian Pyrate Thy words addes fury and not remorse in me Cap. Yea but my deedes shall stay thy fury soon Suff. Hast not thou waited at my trencher When we haue feasted with Queene Margaret Hast not thou kist thine hand and held my stirrop And barehead plodded by my footcloth Mule And thought thee happy when I smild on thee This hand hath writ in thy defence Then shall I charme thee hold thy lauish tongue Cap Away with him VValter I say and off with his head 1 Pris Good my lord intreat him mildly for your life Suff. First let this neck stoope to the axes edge Before this knee do bow to any Saue to the God of heauen and to my King Suffolkes imperiall tongue cannot pleade To such aiady groome Walter Come come why do we let him speake I long to haue his head for ransome of mine cie Suff. A sworder and bande to slaue Murthered sweete Tully Brutus bastard hand stabdo Iulius Caesar And Suffolke dies by Pyrates on the sees exit Suffolke and Walter Cap. Off with his head and send it to the Queene And ransomelesse this prisoner shall go free To see it safe deliuered vnto her Come le ts go exeunt omnes 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 bin vp this two daies Nicke Then they had more need to go to bed now But sirra George what 's the matter George Why sirra Iack Cade the Diar of Ashford here He meanes to turne this land and set a new nap on it Nick Yea mary he had needso for t is growne threedbare T was neuer mery world with vs since these gentlemeÌ„ came vp George I warrant thee thou shalt neuer see a lord weare a leather aperne now adaies Nicke But sirra who comes more beside Iacke Cade George Why there 's Dick the Butcher Robin the Sadler and Wil that came a wooing to our Nan last sunday Harry and Tom Gregory that should haue your Paâ—nil a great sort more is come from Rochester from Maidstone Can terbury al the townes here abouts and we must al be lords or squires assoone as Iacke Cade is King Nicke Harke harke I heare the Drum they comming Enter Iacke Cade Dicke Butcher Robin Will Tom Harry and the rest with long staues Cade Proclaime silence All. Silence Cade I Iohn Cade so named for my valiancio Dicke Or rather for stealing of a Cade of spraâ—â— Cade My father was a Mortimer Nicke He was an honest man and a good Brick-laier Cade My mother came of the Brases Wil. She was a Pedlers daughter indeed and sold many laces Robin And now being not able to occupy her furd packe She washeth buckes vp and downe the countrey Cade Therefore I am honorable borne Harry Yea for the field is honorable for he was borne Vnder a hedge for his father had no house but the Cage Cade I am able to endure much George That 's true I know he can endure any thing For I haue seene him whipt two market daies togither Cade I feare neither sword nor fire Wil. He need not feare the sword for his coate is of proofe Dick But me thinkes he should feare the fire being so often burnt in the hand for stealing of sheepe Cade Therfore be braue for your captain is braue and vows reformation you shal haue seuen half-peny loaues for a peny and the three hoopt pot shal haue ten hoops and it shal be felony to drink smal beere and if I be the King as King I wil be All. God saue your maiestie Cade I thank you good people you shal al eate drink of my score and go al in my liuery and wee l haue no writing but the score and the tally and there shall be no lawes but such as comes from my mouth Dicke We shall haue sore laws then for he was thrust into the mouth the other day George Yea and stinking law too for his breath stinkes so that one cannot abide it Enter Will with the clarke of Chattam Will Oh Captaine a pryze Cade VVhos 's that VVill Wil. The Clarke of Chattam he can write and reade cast account I tooke him setting of boies copies and he has a book in his pocket with red letters Cade Sounes hee s a coniurer bring him hither Now sir what 's your name Clarke Emanuell sir and it shal please you Dicke It will go hard with you I can tel you For they vse to write that o' th top of letters Cade And what do you vse to write your name Or do you as ancient forefathers haue done Vse the score and the tally Clarke Nay true sir I praise God I haue bin so wel brought vp that I can write mine owne name Cade Oh he has confest go hang him with his penny inckhorne about his necke exit one with the clarke Enter Tom. Tom. Captain news newes sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother are comming with the Kings power meÌ„ to kil vs al. Cade Let them come hee s but a Knight is he Tom No no hee s but a Knight Cade VVhy then to equal him I le make my selfe Knight Kneele downe Iohn Mortimer Rise vp sir Iohn Mortimer Is there any more of them that be Knights Tom. Yea his brother He knights Dicke Butcher Cade Then kneele downe Dicke Butcher Rise vp sir Dicke Butcher Now sound vp the drumme Enter sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother with drumme and souldiers Cade As for these silken coated slaues I passe not a pinne T is to you good people that I speake Staf. VVhy country-men what meane you thus in troups To follow this rebellious traitor Cade VVhy his father was but a Brick-laier Cade VVell Adam was a Gardnar what then But I come of the Mortimers Stafford Yea the Duke of Yorke hath taught you that Cade The Duke of Yorke nay I learnt it my selfe For looke you Roger Mortimer the Earle of March Married the Duke of Clarence daughter Staff VVel that 's true but what then Cade And by her he had two children at a birth Staff That 's false Cade Yea but I say t is true Ail Why then t is true Cade And one of them was stoln away by a beggarwoman And was my father and I am his sonne Deny it and you can Nicke Nay looke you I know t was true For his father built a chimney in my fathers house And the brickes are aliue at this day to testifie Cade But dost thou heare Stafford tel the King that for his fathers sake in whose time boies plaid at spanne-counter with French crownes I am content that he shall be King as long as he liues mary alwaies prouided I le be Protector ouer him Staff O monstrous simplicitie Cade And tell him wee le haue the Lord Sayes head the