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
I am made the Prologue to their play And thousands more must follow after me That dreads not yet their liues destruction Suffolkes hatefull tongue blabs his hearts malice Gewfords firie eies shewes his enuious mind Buckinghams prowd lookes bewraies his cruel thoughts And dogged Yorke that leuells at the Moone Whose ouerweening arme I haue held backe All you haue ioynd to betray me thus And you my gracious lady and Soueraigne mistris Causelesse haue laid complaints vpon my head I shall not want false witnesses inow That so amongst you you may haue my life The prouerb no doubt will be well performde A staffe is quickly found to beate a dog Suffolke Doth he not twit our Soueraigne lady here As if that shee with ignominious wrong Had subornd or hyred some to sweare against his life Queene Yea but I can giue the loser leaue to speake Humph. Far truer spoke then ment I loose indeed Beshrew the winners hearts they play me false Buck. Hee le wrest the sence and keep vs here al day My Lord of Winchester see him sent away Card. Who 's within there take in Duke Humphrey And see him garded sure within my house Humph. O! thus king Henry casts away his crouch Before his legs can beare his body vp And puts his watchfull shepheard from his side Whilst wolues stand snarring who shal bite him first Farewel my soueraigne long maist thou enioy Thy fathers happie daies free from annoy Exit Humphrey with the Cardinals men King My lords what to your wisedomes shall seeme best Do and vndo as if our selfe were here Queene What wil your highnesse leaue the Parlament King Yea Margaret my heart is killed with griefe Where I may sit and sigh in endlesse mone For who 's a traitor Gloster he is none exit King Salsbury and Warwicke Queene Then sit we downe againe my lord Cardinall Suffolke Buckingham Yorke and Somerset Let vs consult of prowd duke Humphries fall In mine opinion it were good he dide For safetie of our King and common wealth Suffolke And so thinke I madame for as you know If our King Henry had shooke hands with death Duke Humphrey then would looke to be our King And it may be by pollicie he workes To bring to passe the thing which now we doubt The foxe barkes not when he would steale the lamb But if we take him ere he do the deede We should not question if that he should liue No let him die in that he is a foxe Lest that in liuing he offend vs more Car. Then let him die before the Commons know For feare that they do rise in Armes for him York Then do it sodainly my Lords Suff. Let that be my lord Cardinalls charge and mine Car. Agreed for hee 's already kept within my house Enter a Messenger Queene How now sirra what newes Messen Madame I bring you newes from Ireland The wilde Onele my lord is vp in Armes With troupes of Irish Kernes that vncontrold Do plant themselues within the English pale And burne and spoile the Country as they go Queen What redresse shall we haue for this my Lords Yorke T were very good that my Lord of Somerset That fortunate champion were sent ouer To keepe in awe the stubborne Irishmen He did so much good when he was in France Somer Had Yorke beene there with all his far fetcht Pollicies he might haue lost as much as I. Yorke Yea for Yorke would haue lost his life before That should haue reuolted from Englands rule Somer Yea so thou might'st and yet haue gouernd worse then I. Yorke What worse then nought then a shame take all Somer Shame on thy selfe that wisheth shame Queene Somerset for beare good Yorke be patient And do thou take in hand to crosse the seas With troupes of armed men to quell the pride Of those ambitious Irish that rebell Yorke Well Madame sith your grace is so content Let me haue some bands of chosen souldiers And Yorke shall trie his fortune gainst those Kernes Queene Yorke thou shalt my lord of Buckingham Let it be your charge to muster vp such souldiers As shall suffice him in these needfull warres Buck. Madame I wil and leuie such a band As soone shal ouercome those Irish rebells But Yorke where shal those souldiers stay for thee Yorke At Bristow I will expect them ten daies hence Buck. Then thither shall they come and so farewell exit Buckingham Yorke Adiew my Lord of Buckingham Queene Suffolke remember what you haue to do And you Lord Cardinal concerning Duke Humphrey T were good that you did see to it in time Come let vs go that it may be performde exeunt omnes manet Yorke Yorke Now Yorke bethinke thy selfe and rouse thee vp Take time whilst it is offered thee so faire Lest when thou wouldst thou canst not it attaine T was men I lackt and now they giue them me And now whilst I am busie in Ireland I haue seduede a head strong Kentish man Iohn Cade of Ashford Vnder the title of sir Iohn Mortimer To raise commotion and by that meanes I shall perceiue how the common people Do affect the claime and house of Yorke Then if he haue successe in his affaires From Ireland then comes Yorke againe To reape the haruest which that coystril sowed Now if he should be taken and condemnd Hee le nere confesse that I did set him on And therefore ere I go I le send him word To put in practise and to gather head That so soone as I am gone he may begin To rise in Armes with troupes of country swaines To help him to performe this enterprize And then Duke Humprhey he well made away None then can stop the light to Englands crowne But York can tame and headlong pul them down exit York Then the curtaines being drawne Duke Humphrey is discouered in his bed and two men lying on his brest and smothering him in his bed and then enter the Duke of Suffolke to them Suff. How now sirs what haue you dispatcht him One Yea my Lord he is dead I warrant you Suff. Then see the clothes laid smooth about him stil That when the King comes he may perceiue No other but that he dide of his owne accord 2 All things is hansome now my Lord. Suff. Then draw the curtaines againe and get you gone And you shal haue your firm reward anon exeunt murderers Then enter the King and Queene the Duke of Buckingham and the Duke of Somerset and the Cardinall King My lord of Suffolke go call our vnckle Gloster Tell him this day we will that he do cleare himselfe Suff. I will my Lord. exit Suffolke King And good my lords proceed no further against our vnkle Gloster Then by iust proofe you can affirme For as the sucking child or harmlesse lamb So is he innocent of treason to our state Enter Suffolke How now Suffolke where 's our vnckle Suff. Dead in his bed my Lord Gloster is dead The King falls in a swoone Queene
duke of Somersets for deliuering vp the dukedomes of Anioy and Mayne and selling the towns in France by which meanes England hath bin maimd euer since and gone as it were with a crouch but that the puissance held it vp And besides they can speake French and therefore they are traitors Staff As how I prethee Cade Why the French men are our enemies be they not And then can he that speakes with the tongue of an enemy be a good subiect Answere me to that Staff Well sirra wilt thou yeeld thy selfe vnto the Kings mercy and he will pardon thee and these their outrages and rebellious deedes Cade Nay bid the King come to me and he will and then I le pardon him or otherwaies I le haue his crowne tel him ere it be long Staff Go Herald proclaime in all the Kings townes That those that wil forsake the Rebel Cade Shall haue free pardon from his maiestie exit Stafford and his men Cade Come sirs saint George for vs and Kent exeunt omnes Alarums to battaile and sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother is slaine Then Iacke Cade againe and the rest Cade Sir Dicke Butcher thou hast fought to day most valiantly and knockt them downe as if thou hadst bin in thy slaughter house and thus I will reward thee the Lent shall be as long again as it was thou shalt haue licence to kil for foure score and one a weeke drum strike vp for now wee le march to London for to morrow I meane to sit in the Kings seate at Westminster exeunt omnes Enter the King reading of a Letter and the Queéne with the Duke of Suffolkes head and the Lord Say with others King Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother is slaine And the rebels march amaine to London Go backe to them and tell them thus from me I le come and parly with their generall Reade Yet stay I le reade the letter once againe Lord Say Iacke Cade hath solemnly vowd to haue thy head Say Yea but I hope your highnesse shall haue his King How now Madam still lamenting and mourning for Suffolks death I feare my loue if I had bin dead thou wouldst not haue mournd so much for me Queene No my loue I should not mourn but die for thee Enter a messenger Messen Oh flie my Lord the rebels are entered Southwarke and haue almost wonne the bridge Calling your grace an vsurper And that monstrous rebel Cade hath sworne To crowne himselfe King in Westminster Therefore flie my Lord and poste to Killing worth King Go old Buckingham and Clifford gather An Army vp and meete with the rebells Come Madam let vs haste to Killingworth Come on Lord Say go thou along with vs For feare the rebell Cade do find thee out Say My innocence my Lord shall pleade for me And therefore with your-highnes leaue I le stay behind King Euen as thou wilt my Lord Say Come Madame let vs goe exeunt omnes Enter the Lord Scayles vpon the Tower walls walking Enter three or foure cittizens below L. Scayles How now is lacke Cade slaine 1 Cutizen No my Lord nor likely to be slaine For they haue wonne the â—ridge Killing all thosâ— that withstand them The Lord Maior craueth â—â—d of your honor from the Towes To defend the cittie from the rebells L. Scayles Such aide as I can spare you shall command But I am troubled here with them my selfe The Rebels haue attempted to win the Tower But get you to Smithfield and gather head And thither I will send you Mathew Goffe Fight for your King your country and your liues And so farewell for I must hence againe exeunt omnes Enter Iacke Cade and the rest and strikes his sword vpon London stone Cade Now is Mortimer Lord of this cittie And now sitting vpon London stone we commaund That the first yeare of our raigne The pissing conduit run nothing but red wine And now henceforth it shall be treason For my that calls me otherwise then Lord Mortimer Enter a souldier sould Iacke Cade Iacke Cade Cade Zounes knocke him downe they kill him Dicke My Lord there 's an Army gathered togither Into Smithfield Cade Come then le ts go fight with them But first go on and set London bridge on fire And if you can burne downe the Tower too Come le ts away exeunt omnes Alarmes and then Mathew Goffe is slain and al the rest with hiâ— then enter Iacke Cade again and his company Cade So sirs now go some and pull downe the Sanoy Others to the Innes of the court downe with them all Dicke I haue a sute vnto your Lordship Cade Be it a lordship Dicke and thou shalt haue it For that word Dick That we may go burne all the Records And that all writing may be put downe And nothing vsde but the score and the tally Cade Dick it shall be so and henceforward al thing shal be in common and in Cheapside shall my palphrey go to grasse Why i st not a miserable thing that of the skin of an innocent lamb should parchment be made and then with a litle blotting ouer with inke a man should vndo himselfe Some saies t is the bees that sting but I say t is their wax for I am sure I neuer seald to any thing but once and I was neuer mine owne man since Nicke But when shall we take vp those commodities Which you told vs of Cade Mary he that wil lustily stand to it Shall go with me and take vp these commodities following Item a gowne a kirtle a peticote and a smocke Enter George George My Lord a prize a prize here 's the Lord Say Which sold the townes in France Cade Come hither thou Say thou George thou buckrum lord What answer canst thou make vnto my mightines For deliuering vp the townes in France to Monsier busse mine cue the Dolphin of France And more theÌ„ so thou hast most traiterously erected a grammer school to infect the youth of the realm against the kings Crowne and dignitie thou hasl built vp a paper-mil nay it wil be said to thy face that thou keepst men in thy house that daily reades of bookes with red letters and talkes of a Nowne and a Verb and such abominable words as no christian care is able to indure it and besides al that thou hast appointed certain iustices of peace in euery shire to hang honest men that steal for their liuing and because they could not reade thou hast hung them vp onely for which cause they were most worthy to liue thou ridest on a foothcloth dost thou not Say Yes what of that Cade Mary I say thou oughtest not to let thy horse weare a cloake when an honester man then thy selfe goes in his hose and dublet Say You men of Kent All Kent what of Kent Say Nothing but terra bona Cade Bonum terum sounds what 's that Dick He speakes French Will. No t is Dutch Nick No t is Outtalian I know it
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
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