sir God help me Humphrey How camâ—st thou lame Poore man With falling off on a plum-tree Humphrey Wart thou blind and would clime plum-trees Poore man Neuer but once sir in all my life My wife did long for plums Humphrey But tell me wart thou borne blind Poore man Yea truly sir Woman Yea indeed sir he was borne blind Humphrey What art thou his mother Woman His wife sir Humphrey Hadst thou beene his mother Thou couldst haue better told Why let me see I thinke thou canst not see yet Poore man Yes truly master as cleere as day Humphrey Saist thou so what colour 's his cloake Poore man Why red maister as red as bloud Humphrey And his cloake Poore man Why that 's greene Humphrey And what colour 's his hose Poore man Yellow maister yellow as gold Humphrey And what colours my gowne Poore man Blacke sir as blacke as ieat King Then belike he knowes what colour ieat is on Suffolke And I think ieat did he neuer see Humph. But cloakes and gownes ere this day many a one But tell me sirra what 's my name Poore man Alas master I know not Humphrey What 's his name Poore man I know not Humphrey Nor his poore No truly sir Hum. Nor his name poore No indeed master Hum. What 's thine owne name poore Sander and it please you maister Hum. Then Sander sit there the lyingest knaue in Christendome If thou hadst been borne blind thou mightst aswell haue knowne all our names as thus to name the seuerall colours we do weare Sight may distinguish of colours but sodainly to nominate them all it is impossible My lords same Albons here hath done a miracle and would you not thinke his cunning to be great that could restore this cripple to his legs againe poore man Oh maister I would you could Humphrey My maisters of Saint Albons Haue you not Beadles in your Towne And things called whips Mayor Yes my lord if it please your grace Hum. Then send for one presently Mayor Sirra go fetch the Beadle hither straight exit one Hum. Now fetch me a stoole hither by and by Now sirra if you meane to saue your selfe from whipping Leape me ouer this stoole and runne away Enter Beadle poore Alas master I am not able to stand alone You go about to torture me in vaine Hum. Well sir we must haue you find your legs Sirra Beadle whip him til he leape ouer that same stoole Beadle I will my Lord come on sirra off with your doublet quickly poore Alas master what shall I do I am not able to stand After the beadle hath hit him one girke he leapes ouer the stoole and runs away and they run after him crying a miracle a miracle Hum. A miracle a miracle let him be taken againe and whipt through euery market Towne till he comes at Barwicke where he was borne Maior It shal be done my Lord. exit Mayor Suff. My lord Protector hath done wonders to day He hath made the blind to see and the halt to go Hum. Yea but you did greater wonders when you made whole Dukedomes flie in a day Witnesse France King Haue done I say and let me heare no more of that Enter the Duke of Buckingham What newes brings Duke Humphrey of Buckingham Buck Ill newes for some my lord and this it is That prowd dame Elnor our Protectors wife Hath plotted Treasons gainst the King and Peeres By witchcrafts sorceries and coniurings 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 By Yorke and my selfe they were all surprizde And here 's the answer the diuell did make to them King First of the King what shall become of him Reads The Duke yet liues that Henry shall depose Yet him out liue and die a violent death Gods wil be done in all What fate awaits the Duke of Suffolke By water shall he die and take his end Suff. By water must the duke of Suffolke diet It must be so or els the diuell doth lie King Let Somerset shun castles For safer shall he be vpon the sandy plaines Then where castles mounted stand Car. Here 's good stuffe how now my lord protector This newes I thinke hath turnde your weapons point I am in doubt you le scarcely keepe your promise Humph. Forbeare ambitious prelate to vrge my griefe And pardon me my gracious soueraigne For here I sweare vnto your maiesty That I am guiltlesle of these hainous crimes Which my ambitious wife hath falsly done And for she would betray her soueraigne lord There renounce her from my bed and boord And leaue her open for the law to iudge Vnlesse she cleere her selfe of this foule deed King Come my lords this night wee le lodge in S. Albons And to morrow we will ride to London And trie the vtmost of these treasons forth Come vnkle Gloster along with vs My mind doth tell me thou art innocent exeunt omnes Enter the Duke of Yorke and the Earles of Salsbury and Warwicke Yorke My lords our simple supper ended thus Let me reueale vnto your honors here The right and title of the house of Yorke To Englands Crowne by lineall descent War Then Yorke begin and if thy claime be good The Neuills are thy subiects to commaund Yorke Then thus my lords Edward the third had seuen sonnes The first was Edward the blacke Prince Prince of Wales The second was Edmund of Langley Duke of Yorke The third was Lyonell Duke of Clarence The fourth was Iohn of Gaunt The Duke of Lancaster The fifth was Roger Mortemer Earle of March The sixt was sir Thomas of Woodstocke William of Winsore was the seuenth and last Now Edward the black prince he died before his father left behinde him Richard that afterwards was King crowned by 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 Lyonel duke of Clarence died and left behind Alice Anne and Elinor that was after married to my father and by her I claime the Crowne as the true heyre to Lyonell Duke of Clarence the third sonne to Edward the third Now sir In the time of Richards raigne Henry of Bullenbrooke sonne and heire to Iohn of Gaunt the Duke of Lancaster fourth son to Edward the third he claimde the crown deposde the mirthful King and as you both know in Pomphret Castle harmles Richard was 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 Bullenbrook the Duke of York did claime the Crown and but for Owen Glendor had bin King Yorke True but so it fortuned then by meanes of that monstrous rebell Glendor the noble Duke of Yorke was done to death and so euer since the heires of Iohn of Gaunt haue possessed the Crowne But if the issue of
Ay me the King is dead help help my lords Suff. Comfort my Lord gracious Henry comfort King What doth my Lord of Suffolke 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 satissie my griefes or ease my heart Thou balefull messenger out of my sight For euen in thy eie-balls murther sits Yet do not go come Basaliske And kill the seely gazer with thy lookes Queene Why do you rate my lord of Suffolke thus As if that he had causde Duke Humphreys death The Duke and I too you know were enemies And you had best say that I did murther him King Ah woe is me for wretched Glosters death Queene Be wee for me more wretched then he was What dost thou turne away and hide thy face I am no loathsome leaper looke on me Was I for this nie wrackt vpon the sea And thrice by aukward winds driuen backe from Englands bounds What might it bode but that well foretelling Winds said secke not a scorpions neast Enter the Earles of Warwicke and Salsbury War My lord the Commons like an angry hiue ofbees Run vp and downe caring not whom they sting For good Humphreys death whom they report To be murthered by Suffolke and the Cardinal here King That he is dead good Warwicke is too true But how he died God knowes not Henry War Enter his priuy chamber my lord and view the body Good father stay you with the rude multitude til I returne Salsb. I will sonne exit Salsbury Warwicke drawes the curtaines and shewes Duke Humphrey in his bed King Ah vnckle Gloster heauen receiue thy soule 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 dreadful curse I am resolu'd that violent hands were laid Vpon the life of this famous Duke Suff. A dreadfull oath sworne with a solemne tongue What instance giues Lord Warwicke for these wordes War Oft haue I seene a timely parted ghost Of ashie semblance pale and bloudlesse But loe the bloud is setled in the face More better coloured then when he liude His well proportioned beard made rough and sterne His fingers spread 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 Queene Suffolke and the Cardinall had him in charge And they I trust sir are no murtherers War Yea but t was well knowne they were not his friends And t is well seene he found some enemies Card. But haue you no greater proofes then these War Who sees a heifer dead and bleeding fresh And sees hard by a butcher with an axe But wil suspect t was he that made the slaughter Who finds the partrige in the puttockes neast But will imagine how the bird came there Although the Kite soare with vnbloudy beake Euen so suspitious is this Tragedie Queene Are you the Kite Bewford where 's your talants Is Suffolke the butcher where 's his Knife Suff. I weare no Knife to slaughter sleeping men But here 's a vengefull sword rusted with case That shall be scoured in his 〈…〉 heart That slanders me with murthers crimson badge Say if thou dare prowd Lord of Warwickshire That I am guilty in Duke Humphreys death exit Cardinall War What dares not Warwick if false Suffolk dare him Queene He dares not calme his contumelious spirit Nor cease to be an arrogant controwler Though Suffolke dare him twentie hundreth times War Madame be ye still with reuerence may I say it That euery word you speake in his defence Is slaunder to your royall maiestie Suff. Blunt witted lord ignoble in thy words If euer Lady wrongd her lord so much Thy mother tooke vnto her blamefull bed Some sterne vntutred churle and noble stocke Was graft with crab-tree slip whose fruite thou art And neuer of the Neuils noble race War But that the guilt of murther bucklers thee And I should rob the deaths man of his fee 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 meantst That thou thy selfe wast borne in bastardy And after all this fearefull homage done Giue thee thy hyre and send thy soule to hell Pernitious bloud-sucker of sleeping men Suff. Thou shouldst be waking whilst I shead thy bloud If from this presence thou dare go with me War Away euen now or I will drag thee hence Warwicke pulls him out Exit Warwicke and Suffolke and then all the Commons within cries downe with Suffolke downe with Suffolke And then enter againe the duke of Suffolke and Warwicke with their weapons drawne King Why how now lords Suff. The traiterous Warwicke with the men of Berry Set al vpon me mightie soueraigne The commons againe cries downe with Suffolke downe with Suffolke And enter from them the Earle of Salisbury Salsb My Lord the Commons sends you word by me That vnlesse false Suffolk here be done to death Or banished faire Englands territories That they will erre from your highnesse person They say by him the good Duke Humphrey died 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 forth the land Suff. Indeed t is like the Commons rude vnpolisht hinds Would send such message to their soueraigne But you my lord were glad to be imployd To trie how quaint an Orator you were But all the honor Salsbury hath got Is that he was the Lord Embassadour Sent from a sort of tinkars to the King 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 for all their louing care And had not I beene cited thus by their meanes My selfe had done it therefore here I sweare If Suffolke be found to breathe in any place Where I haue rule but three daies more he dies exit Salsbury Queene Oh Henry reuerse the doome of gentle Suffolkes banishment King Vngentle Queene to cal 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 irreuocable Come Warwicke and go thou in with me For I haue great matters to impart to thee exit King and Warwicke manet Queene and Suffolke Queene Hell fire and vengeance go along with you There 's two of you the diuell make the third Fre womanish man canst thou not curse thy enemies Suff. 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 twice so many signes of deadly hate As leane facde Enuy in her loathsome caue My tongue should
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
any storme Euen to affright thee with the view thereof Clif. And from thy burgonet will I rend the beare And tread him vnderfoote with all contempt Dispight the Beare-ward that protects him so Yong Clif. And so renowned soueraigne to armes To quel these traitors and their complises Rich. Fie charity for shame speake it not in spight For you shall sup with Iesus Christ to night Yong Clif. Foule Stigmatike thou canst not tell Rich. No for if not in heauen you le surely sup in hel exeunt omnes Alarmes to the battaile and then enter the duke of Somerset and Richard fighting Richard kills him vnder the signe of the Castle in saint Albons Rich. So lie thou there aud breathe thy last What 's here the signe of the Castle Then the prophesie is come to passe For Somerset was forewarned of Castles The which he alwaies did obserue And now behold vnder a paltry ale-house signe The Castle in S. Albons Somerset hath made the Wissard famous by his death exit Alarme againe and then enter the Earle of Warwicke alone War Clifford of Comberland t is warwicke calls And if thou dost not hide thee from the Beare Now whilst the angry Trumpets sound Alarmes And dead mens cries do fil the empty avret Clifford I say come forth and fight with me Prowd Northerne Lord Clifford of Comberland Warwicke is hoarse with calling thee to armes Clifford speakes within Warwickestand still and view the way that Clifford hawes with his murthering curtelaxe through the fainting troupes to find thee out Warwicke stand still and sâ—rre not till I come Eâ—â—â—â— Yorke War How now my Lord what a foote Who kild your horses Yorke The deadly hand of Clifford noble lord Fiue horse this day slaine vnder me And yet braue Warwicke I remaine aliue But I did kil his horse he lou ' de so wel The bouiest gray that ere was bred in North. Enter Clifford and Warwicke offers to fight with him Hold War wicke and seeke thee out some other chase My selfe will hunt this Deare to death War Braue lord t is for a crowne thou fightst Clifford farewell as I entend to prosper wel to day It grieues my soule to leaue thee vnassaild exit Warwicke Yorke Now Clifford since we are singled here alone Be this the day of Doome to one of vs For now my heart hath sworne immortall hate To thee and all the house of Eancaster Clif. And here I stand and pitch my foote to thine Vowing neuer to stir til thou or I be slaine For neuer shall my heart be safe at rest Till I haue spoild the hatefull house of Yorke Alarmes and they fight and Yorke kills Clifford Yorke Now Lancaster sit sure thy sinewes shrinke Come fearefull Henry groueling on thy face Yeeld vp thy Crowne vnto the Prince of Yorke exit Yorke Alarmes then enter yong Clifford alone yong Clif. Father of Comberland Where may I seeke my aged father forth O dismall sight see where he breathlesse lies All smeard and weltred in his luke-warme bloud Ah aged pillar of all Comberlands true house Sweete father 〈◊〉 thy murthered Ghost I sweare Immortall hate vnto the house of Yorke Nor neuer shall I sleepe secure one night Till I haue furiously reuengde thy death And left not one of them to breatheon earth He takes him vp on his backe And thus as olde Ankises sonne did beare His aged father on his manly backe And sought with him against the bloudy Greekes Euen so will I but stay here 's one of them To whom my soule hath sworne immortall hate Enter Richard and then Clifford layes downe his father fights with him and Richard flies away againe Out croorktbacke villaine get thee from my sight But I will after thee and once againe When I haue borne my father to his tent I le tue my fortune better with thee exit yong Clifford with his father Alarmes againe and then enter three or foure bearing the duke of Buckingham wounded to his Tent. Alarmes still and then enter the King and Queene Queene Away my Lord and slie to London straight Make haste for vengeance comes along with them Come stand not to expostulate le ts go King Come then faire Queene to London let vs haste And summon a parlament with speede To stop the fury of these dyre euents exeunt King and Queene Alarmes and then a flourish and enter the duke of Yorke and Richard Yorke How now boyes fortunate this fight hath beene I hope to vs and ours for Englands good And our great honor that so 〈◊〉 we lost Whilst faint-heart Henry did vsurpe our rights But did you see old Salsbury since we With bloudy minds did buckle with the foe I would not for the losse of this right hand That ought but well betide that good old man Rich. My Lord I saw him in the thickest throng Charging his lance with his old weary armes And thrice I saw him beaten from his horse And thrice this hand did set him vp againe And still he fought with courage gainst his foes The boldest sprited man that ere mine eies beheld Enter Salsbury and Warwicke Edw. See noble father where they both do come The onely props vnto the house of Yorke Salsb Well hast thou fought this day thou valiant Duke And thou braue bud of Yorkes increasing house The small remainder of my weary life I hold for thee for with thy warlike arme Three times this day thou hast preserude my life Yorke What say you Lords the King is fled to London There as I heare to hold a Parlament What saies Lord Warwicke shall we after them War After them nay before them if we can Now by my Faith Lords t was a glorious day Saint Albons battell wonne by famous Yorke Shal be eternizd in all age to come Sound Drums and Trumpets and to London all And more such daies as these to vs befall exeunt FINIS