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
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
Suffolke A complaint agâ—â—â—â—â— the Cardinalls man What hath he done 2 Peti Mary my lord he hath stolne away my wife And th' are gone togither and I know not where to find them Suffolk Hath he stolne thy wife that 's some iniury indeed But what say you Peter Thump Mary sir I come to tell you that my master said that 〈◊〉 Duke of Yorke was true heire vnto the Crowne and that the King was an vsurer Queene An vsurper thou wouldst say Peter Yea forsooth an vsurper Queene Didst thou say the King was an vsurper Peter No forsooth I said my master said so th' other day when we were scowring the Duke of Yorkes armour in our garret Suff. Yea mary this is something like Who 's within there Enter one or two Sirra take this fellow and keepe him close And send out a Purseuant for his master straight Wee le heare more of this before the King Exit with the Armourers 〈◊〉 Now sit what 's yours let me see it VVhat 's here A complaint against the Duke of Suffolke for inclosing the commons of long Melford How now sir knaue 1 Peti I beseech your grace to pardon mee I am but a messenger for the whole towne-ship He teares the papers Suffolke So now show your pention to Duke Humphrey Villames get ye gone and come not neare the Court Dare these pesants write against me thus exeunt Petitioners Queene My Lord of Suffolke you may see by this The Commons loues vnto that haughtie Duke That seekes to him more then to King Henry VVhose eies are alwaies poring on his booke And ne're regards the honour of his name But still must be protected like a child And gouerned by that ambitious Duke That scarce will moue his cap nor speake to vs And his prowd wife high minded Elanor That ruffles it with such a troope of ladies As strangers in the Court takes her for the Queene The other day she vaunted to her maides That the very traine of her worst gowne Was worth more wealth then all my fathers lands Can any griefe of mind be like to this I tell thee Poole when thou didst runne at Tilt And stolst away our ladies hearts in France I thought King Henry had beene like to thee Or else thou hadst not brought me out of France Suffolk Madame content your selfe a little while As I was cause of your comming to England So wil I in England work your ful content And as for prowd Duke Humphrey and his wife I haue set lime-twigs that will intangle them As that your grace ere long shall vnderstand But stay madame here comes the King Enter King Henry and the Duke of York and the Duke of Somerset on both sides of the King whispering with him and enter Duke Humphrey Dame Elnor the Duke of Buckingham the Earle of Salsbury the Earle of Warwicke and the Cardinall of Winchester King My lords I care not who be Regent in Fraunce or Yorke or omerset all 's one to me Yorke My lord if Yorke haue ill demeande himselfe Let Somerset enioy his place and go to France Som. Then whom your grace thinke worthy let him goe And there be made the Regent ouer the French Warwicke Whom soeuer you account worthy Yorke is the worthiest Cardinall Peace Warwicke giue thy betters leaue to speak War The Cardinal 's not my better in the field Buck. All in this place are thy betters farre War And Warwicke may liue to be the best of all Queen My lord in mine opinion it were best that Somerset were regent ouer France Humph. Madame our King is old enough himselfe To giue his answer without your consent Queen If he be bold enough what needes your grace To be protector ouer him so long Humph. Madame I am but Protector ouer the land And when it please his grace I will resigne my charge Suffolk Resigne it then for since that thou wast King As who is King but thee the common state Doth as we see all wholy go to wracke And millions of treasure hath beene spent And as for the Regent ship of France I say Somerset is more worthy than Yorke Yorke I le tell thee Suffolke why I am not worthy Because I cannot slatter as thou canst War And yet the worthy deedes that Yorke hath done Should make him worthy to be honored bare Suff. Peace headstrong Warwicke War Image of pride wherefore should I peace Suff. Because here is a man accusde of Treason Pray God the Duke of Yorke do cleare himselfe Ho bring hither the Armourer and his man Enter the Armourer and his man If it please your grace this fellow here hath accused his master of high Treason and his words were these That the duke of Yorke was law ful heire vnto the crowne and that your grace was an vsurper Yorke I beseech your grace let him haue what punishment the law will afford for his villany King Come hither fellow didst thou speake these words Armor An t shal please your maiesty I neuer said any such matter God is my witnesse I am falsly accused by this villaine here Peter T is no matter for that you did say so Yorke I beseech your grace let him haue the law Armor Alas my Lord hang me if euer I speake these words my accuser is my prentise and when I did correct him for his fault the other day he did vow vpon his knees that he would be euen with me I haue good witnesse of this and therefore I beseech your maiesty do not cast away an honest man for a villaines accusation King Vnckle Gloster what do you thinke of this Humph. The law my Lord is this by case it rests suspitious That a day of combate be appointed And there to trie each others right or wrong Which shall be on the thirtith of this month With Eben staues and Standbags combating In Smithfield before your Royall Maiesty exit Humphrey Armor And I accept the combate willingly Peter Alas my Lord I am not able to fight Suff. You must either fight sirra or else be hangde Go take him hence againe to prison exit with 〈◊〉 The Queene le ts fall her gloue and hits the Dutches of Gloster a boxe on the care Queene Giue me my gloue why minion can you not see She strikes her I crie you mercy Madame I did mistake I did not thinke it had beene you Elnor Did you not prowd French-woman Could I come neare your daintie visage with my nailes I 'de set my ten commandements in your face King Be pacient gentle Aunt It was against her will Elnor Against her will good King shee le dandle thee If thou wilt alwaies thus be rulde by her But let it rest as sure as I do liue She shall not strike dame Elnor vnreuengde exit Elnor King Beleeue me my loue thou wert much too blame I would not for a thousand pounds of gold My noble vnckle had beene here in place Enter Duke Humphrey But see where he comes I am
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
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
well inough Say Kent in the Commentaries Caesar wrote Termd it the ciuil st place of al this land Then noble country-men heare me but speake I sold not France I lost not Normandie Cade But wherefore doest thou shake thy head so Say It is the palsie and not feare that makes me Cade Nay thou nodst thy head as who say thou wilt be euen with me if thou getst away but I le make thee sure enough now I haue thee go take him to the standard in Cheapside chop off his head then go to Milend-green to sir Iames Cromer his son in law and cut off his head too and bring them to me vpon two poles presently Away with him exit one or two with the Lord Say There shall not a nobleman weare a head on his shoulders But he shall pay me tribute for it Nor there shal not a maid be maried but he shal see to me for her Maiden head or else I le haue it my selfe Mary I will that married men shal hold of me in capite And that their wiues shal be as free as hart can think or tongue can tell Enter Robin Robin O captaine London bridge is a fire Cade Runne to Billingsgate and fetch pitch and flaxe and squench it Enter Dicke and a sergeant ser Iustice iustice I pray you sir let me haue iustice of this fellow here Cade Why what has he done ser Alas sir he has rauisht my wife Dick Why my lord he would haue rested me And I went and entred my Action in his wiues paper house Cade Dicke follow thy sute in her common place You horson villaine you are a sergeant you le Take any man by the throte for twelue pence And rest a man when hee s at dinner And haue him to prison ere the meate be out of his mouth Go Dicke take him hence cut out his tong for cogging Hough him for running and to conclude Braue him with his owne mace exit with the sergeant Enter two with the Lord Saies head ind sir Iames Cromers vpon two poles So come cary them before me and at cuery lanes end let them kisse together Enter the duke of Buckingham and Lord Clifford the Earle of Comberland Cliff Why country men and warlike frends of Kent What meanes this mutinous rebellion That you in troupes do muster thus your selues Vnder the conduct of this traitor Cade To rise against your soueraigne lord and King Who mildly hath his pardon sent to you If you forsake this monstrous rebell here If honour be the marke whereat you ayme Then haste to France that our forefathers wonne And winne againe that thing which now is lost And leaue to seeke your countries ouerthrow All. A Clifford a Clifford They for sake Cade Cade Why how now will you forsake your generall And ancient freedome which you haue possest To bend your neckes vnto their seruile yokes Who if you stir will straightwaies hang you vp But follow me and you shall pull them downe And make them yeeld their liuings to your hands All. A Cade a Cade They runne to Cade againe Clif. Braue warlike friends heare me but speake a word Refuse not good whilst it is offered you The King is mercifull then yeeld to him And I my selfe will go along with you To Winsore castle whereas the King abides And on mine honor you shall haue no hurt All. A Clifford a Clifford God saue the King Cade How like a feather is this rascall company Blowne euery way But that they may see there wants no valiancy in me My staffe shall make way through the midst of you And so a poxe take you all He runs thruoh them with his staffe and flies away Buck. Go some and make after him and proclaime That those that can bring the head of Cade Shall haue a thousand crownes for his labor Come march wâ—y Enter King Henry and the Queene and Somerset King Lord Somerset what news heare you of the rebel Cade Som. This my gracious lord that the lord Say is don to deth And the cittie is almost sackt King Gods wil be done for as he hath decreed so it must be And be it as he please to stop the pride of those rebellious meÌ„ Queene Had the noble Duke of Suffolke bin aliue The rebell Cade had bin supprest ere this And all the rest that do take part with him Enter the Duke of Buckingham and Clifford with the rebells with halters about their neckes Cliff Long liue King Henry Englands lawfull King Loe here my Lord these rebells are subdude And offer their liues before your highnesse feete King But tell me Clifford is their captaine here Cliff No my gracious lord he is fled away but proclamations are sent forth that he that caÌ„ but bring his head shal haue a thousand crownes But may it please your maiesty to pardon these their faults that by that traitors meanes were thus misled King Stand vp you simple men and giue God praise For you did take in hand you know not what And go in peace obedient to your King And liue as subiects and you shall not want Whilst Henrie liues and weares the English crowne All God saue the King God saue the King King Come let vs haste to London now with speed That solemne processions may be sung In laud and honor of the God of heauen And triumphs of this happy victory exeunt omnes Enter Iacke Cade at one doore and at the other master Alexander Eyden and his men and Iacke Cade lies downe picking of hearbs and eating them Eyden Good Lord how pleasant is this country life This little land my father left me here With my contented mind serues me as well As all the pleasures in the court can yeeld Nor would I change this pleasure for the court Cade Sounes here 's the Lord of the soile stand villain thou wilt betray me to the King and get a thousand crowns for my head but ere thou goest I le make thee eat yron like an estridge and swallow my sword like a great pin Eyden Why sawcy companion why should I betray thee I st not enough that thou hast broke my hedges And entred into the ground without the leaue of me the owner But thou wilt braue me too Cade Braue thee and beard thee too by the best bloud of the realme look on me well I haue eate no meat this fiue daies yet and I do not leaue thee and thy fiue men as dead as a door nail I pray God I may neuer cate grasse more Eyden Nay it neuer shal be said whilst the world doth stand that Alexander Eiden an Esquire of Kent took ods to combat with a famisht man look on me my lims are equall vnto thine and euery way as big then hand to hand I le combat thee Sitra fetch me weapons and stand you all aside Cade Now sword if thou hewst not this burly-boned churle into chines of beefe I beseech God thou maist fall into some smiths
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