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
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
the elder should succeed before the issue of the yonger then am I lawfull heire vnto the kingdome War What plaine proceedings can be more plaine he claimes it from Lyonel duke of Clarence the third son to Edward the third and Henry from Iohn of Gaunt the fourth son So that til Lyonels issue failes his should not raigne It fails not yet but flourisheth in thee and in thy sons braue slips of such a stocke Then noble father kneele we both togither and in this priuate place be we the first to honor him with birth-right to the Crowne Both Long liue Richard Englands royall King Yorke I thank you both but lords I am not your king vntil this sword be sheathed euen in the heart bloud of the house of Lancaster War Then Yorke aduise thy selfe and take thy time Claime thou the Crowne and set thy standard vp And in the same aduance the milke-white Rose And then to guard it I wil rouse the Beare Inuiron'd with ten thousand ragged-staues To aide and help thee for to win thy right Maugre the proudest lords of Henries bloud That dares deny the right and claime of Yorke For why my mind presageth I shall liue To see the noble Duke of Yorke to be a King Yorke Thanks noble Warwick and York doth hope to see The Earle of Warwicke liue to be the greatest man in England but the King Come le ts goe exeunt omnes Enter King Henry and the Queene Duke Humphrey the Duke of Suffolke and the Duke of Buckingham the Cardinal and dame Elnor Cobham led with the Officers and then enter to them the Duke of Yorke and the Earles of Salsbury and Warwicke King Stand forth dame Elnor Cobham dutches of Gloster heare the sentence pronounced against thee for these treasons that thou hast committed gainst vs our States and Peers First for thy haynous crimes thou shalt two daies in London do penance barefoot in the streetes with a white sheete about thy bodie a wax taper burning in thy hand that done thou shaltbe banished for euer into the I le of Man there to end thy wretched daies and this is our sentence irreuocable Away with her Elnor Euen to my death for I haue liued too long exeunt some with Elnor King Grieue not noble vnckle but be thou glad In that these treasons thus are come to light Lest God had pourde his vengeance on thy head For her offences that thou heldst so deare Humph. Oh gracious Henry giue me leaue awhile To leaue your grace and to depart away For sorrowes teares hath gripte my aged heart And makes the fountaines of mine eies to swell And therefore good my Lord let me depart King With all my heart good vnckle when you please Yet ere thou goest Humphrey resigne thy staffe For Henry will be no more protected The Lord shal be my guide both for my land and me Humph. My staffe yea noble Henry my life and all As erst thy noble father made it mine And euen at willing at thy feet I leaue it As others would ambitiously receiue it And long hereafter when I am dead and gone May honourable peace attend thy throne King Vnkle Gloster stand vp and go in peace No lesse beloued of vs then when Thou wert Protector ouer my land exit Gloster Queene Take vp the staffe for here it ought to stand Where should it be but in King Henries hand Yorke Please it your maiestie this is the day That was appointed for the combating Betweene the Armourer and his man my Lord And they are ready when your grace doth please King Then call them forth that they may try their rights Enter at one doore the Armourer and his neighbours drinking to him so much that he is drunken and he enters with a drum before him and his staffe with a sand-bagge fastened to is and at the other doore his man with a drum and sand-bag and Prentises drinking to him 1 Neighbor Here neighbor Horner I drink to you in a cup of sack And feare not neighbor you shall do well enough 2 Neigh. And here neighbor here 's a cup of Charneco 3 Neigh. Here 's a pot of good double beere neighbour drinke and be mery and feare not your man Armonrer Let it come yfaith I le pledge you all And a fig for Peter 1 Prentise Here Peter I drinke to thee and be not affeard 2 Pren. Here Peter here 's a pint of Claret wine for thee 3 Pren. And here 's a quart for me and be mery Peter And feare not thy maister fight for credit of the prentises Peter I thanke you all but I le drinke no more Here Robin and if I die here I giue thee my hammer And Will thou shalt haue my aperne and here Tom Take all my mony that I haue O Lord blesse me I pray God for I am neuer able to deale with my master he hath learnd so much fence already Salsb Come leaue your drinking and fall to blowes Sirra what 's thy name Peter Peter forsooth Salsb Peter what more Peter Thump Salsb. Thump then see that thou thump thy master Arm. Here to thee neighbor fil al the pots againe for before we fight look you I will tell you my mind for I am come hither as it were of mans instigation to proue my selfe an honest man Peter a knaue so haue at you Peter with down right blowes as Beuis of Southampton fell vpon Askapart Peter Law you now I told you hee s in his fence already Alarme and Peter hits him on the head and fels him Arm. Hold Peter I confesse treason treason he dies Peter O God I giue thee praise he kneeles downe Pren. Ho well done Peter God saue the King King Go take hence that triator from our sight For by his death we do perceiue his guilt And God in iustice hath reueald to vs The truth and innocence of this poore fellow Which he had thought to haue murthered wrongfully Come fellow follow vs for thy reward exeunt 〈◊〉 Enter Duke Humphrey and his men in mourning cloakes Humph. Sirra what 's a clocke seruing Almost ten my Lord. Humph. Then is that wofull houre hard at hand That my poore lady should come by this way In shamefull penance wandring in the streetes Sweete Nell ill can thy noble mind abrooke The abiect people gazing on thy face With enuious lookes laughing at thy shame That earst did follow thy proud Chariot wheeles When thou didst ride in triumph through the streetes Enter Dame Elnor Cobham barefoote and a white sheete about her with a waxe candle in her hand and verses writen on her back and pind on and accompanied with the Shiriffes of London and sir Iohn Standly and officers with billes and holbards Seruing. My gracious Lord see where my lady comes Please it your grace wee le take her from the Shiriffes Humph. I charge you for your lines stir not a foote Nor offer once to draw a weapon here But let them do
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
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
hand and be turnd into hobnailes Eyden Come on thy way They fight and Cade fals downe Cade Oh villain thou hast slaine the floure of Kent for chiualry but it is famine not thee that has done it for come ten thousand diuels giue me but the ten meals that I wanted this fiue daies and I le fight with you all and so a pox rot thee for Iacke Cade must die he dies Eyd Iack Cade was it that monstrous rebell which I haue slain oh sword I honor thee for this and in my chamber shalt thou hang as a monumēt to after age for this great seruice thou hast done to me I le drag him hence and with my sword cut off his head and beare it with me exit Enier the Duke of Yorke with drum and souldiers Yorke In Armes from Ireland comes Yorke amaine Ring bells alowd bonfires perfume the ayre To entertaine faire Englands royall King Ah sancta Maiesta who would not buy thee deare Enter the duke of Buckingham But soft who comes here Buckingham what news with him Buck Yorke if thou meane wel I greet thee so York Humphrey of Buckingham welcome I sweare What comest thou in loue or as a messenger Bu. I come as a messenger from our dread lord soueraign Henry to know the reason of these Armes in peace Or that thou being a subiect as I am Shouldst thus approach so neare with colours spread Whereas the person of the King doth keepe York A subiect as he is O how I hate these spightfull abiect termes But Yorke dissemble till thou meete thy sonnes Who now in Armes expect their fathers sight And farre hence I know they cannot be Humphrey Duke of Buckingham pardon me That I answerd not at first my mind was troubled I came to remoue that monstrons rebell Cade And heaue prowd Somerset from out the Court That bafely yeelded vp the townes in France Buc. Why that was presumption on thy behalfe But if it be no otherwise but so The King doth pardon thee and grants to thy request And Somerset is sent vnto the Tower Yorke Vpon thine honour is it so Buc. Yorke he is vpon mine honor Yorke Then before thy face I here dismisse my troupes Sirs meete me to morrow in saint Georges fields And there you shall receiue your pay of me exeunt souldiers Buc. Come Yorke thou shalt go speake vnto the King But see his grace is comming to meete with vs. enter King Henry King How now Buckingham is Yorke friends with vs That thus thou bringst him hand in hand with thee Buc. He is my lord and hath dischargde his troopes Which came with him but as your Grace did say To heaue the duke of Somerset from hence And to subdue the rebells that were vp King Then welcome coosin Yorke giue me thy hand And thankes for thy great seruice done to vs Against those traitrous Irish that rebeld enter maister Eyden with Iacke Cades head Eyden Long liue Henry in triumphant peace Lo here my Lord vpon my bended knees I here present the traitorous head of Cade That hand to hand in single fight I slew King First thankes to heauen and next to thee my friend That hast subdude that wicked traitor thus Oh let me see that head that in his life Did worke me and my land such cruell spight A visage sterne cole blacke his curled lockes Deepe trenched furrowes in his frowning brow Presageth warlike humors in his life Here take it hence and thou for thy reward Shalt be immediately created Knight Kneele downe my friend and tell me what 's thy name Eyden Alexander Eyden if it please your grace A poore Esquire of Kent King Then rise vp sir Alexander Eyden Knight And for thy maintenance I freely giue A thousand markes a yeere for to maintaine thee Beside the firme reward that was proclaimde For those that could performe this worthy act And thou shalt waite vpon the person of the King Eyden I humbly thanke your grace and I no longer liue Then I prooue iust and loyall vnto my King exit Enter the Queene with the Duke of Somerset King O Buckingham see where Somerset comes Bid him go hide himselfe till Yorke be gone Queene He shall not hide himselfe for feare of Yorke But beard aud braue him prowdly to his face Yorke Who 's that prowd Somerset at liberty Base feareful Henry that thus dishonor'st me By heauen thou shalt not gouerne ouer me I cannot brooke that traitors presence here Nor will I subiect be to such a King That knowes not how to gouerne nor to rule Resigne thy crowne prowd Lancaster to me That thou vsurped hast so long by force For now is Yorke resolu'de to claime his owne And rise aloft into faire Englands Throne Somer Prowd traitor I arrest thee on high treason Against thy Soueraigne Lord yeeld thee false Yorke For here I sweare thou shalt vnto the Tower For these prowd words which thou hast giuen the King Yorke Thou art deceiued my sonnes shall be my baile And send thee there in spight of him Ho where are you boyes Queene Call Clifford hither presently Enter the Duke of Yorkes sonnes Edward the Earle of March and crooke-backe Richard at the one doore with drum and souldiers and at the other doore enter Clifford and his sonne with drumme and souldiers and Clifford kneeles to Henry and speakes Cliff Long liue my noble Lord and soueraigne King Yorke We thank thee Clifford Nay do not affright vs with thy lookes If thou didst mistake we pardon thee kneele againe Cliff Why I did no way mistake this is my King What is he mad to Bedlam with him King Yea a bedlam frantike humor driues him thus To leauy Armes against his lawfull King Cliff Why do not your grace send him to the Tower Queene He is arrested but will not obey His sonnes he saith shall be his suertie Yorke How say you boyes will you not Edward Yes noble father if our words wil serue Richard And if our words will not our swords shall Yorke Call hither to the stake my two rough beares King Call Buckingham and bid him arme himselfe Yorke Call Buckingham and all the frends thou hast Both thou and they shall curse this fatall houre Enter at one doore the Earle of Salsbury and Warwicke with drum and souldiers and at the other the duke of Buckingham with drum and souldiers Cliff Are these thy beares wee l bayte them soone Dispight of thee and all the friends thou hast War You had best go dreame againe To keepe you from the tempest of the field Clif. I am resolu'd to beare a greater storme Then any thou canst coniure vp to day And that I le write vpon thy Burgonet Might I but know thee by thy houshold badge War Now by my fathers age old Neuells crest The Rampant beare chaind to the ragged staffe This day I le weare aloft my burgonet As on a mountaine top the Caedar showes That keepes his leaues in spight of