Unto the commons whom thou hast misled ;
And here pronounce free pardon to them all
That will forsake thee, and go
home in peace

Clif. What say ye, countrymen? will ye
And yield to mercy, whilst 't is offered you,
Or let a rabble lead you to your deaths?

relent,

Who loves the king, and will embrace his pardon, Fling up his cap, and say-God save his majesty ! Who hateth him, and honours not his father, Henry the Fifth, that made all France to quake, Shake he his weapon at us, and pass by.1

All. God save the king! God save the king! Cade. What! Buckingham, and Clifford, are ye so brave?—And you, base peasants, do ye believe him? will you needs be hanged with your pardons about your necks? Hath my sword therefore broke through London gates, that you should leave me at

1 If honour be the mark whereat you aim,

Then haste to France that our forefathers won,
And win again that thing which now is lost,
And leave to seek your country's overthrow.
All. A Clifford, a Clifford.

2 Cade's speech is in the old play :

Why, how now, will you forsake your general, And ancient freedom which you have possest? To bend your necks under their servile yokes Who, if you stir, will straightways hang you up. In Clifford's next speech the only argument was that the king was merciful.

I thought, ye

the White Hart in Southwark? would never have given out these arms, till you had recovered your ancient freedom; but you are all recreants, and dastards, and delight to live in slavery to the nobility. Let them break your backs with burdens, take your houses over your heads, ravish your wives and daughters before your faces for me, -I will make shift for one, and so,

:

God's curse light upon you all!

All. We'll follow Cade, we'll follow Cade.
Clif. Is Cade the son of Henry the Fifth,
That thus you do exclaim, you'll go with him?
Will he conduct you through the heart of France
And make the meanest of you earls and dukes?
Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to;
Nor knows he how to live, but by the spoil,
Unless by robbing of your friends, and us.
Were 't not a shame, that whilst you live at jar,
The fearful French, whom you late vanquished,
Should make a start o'er seas, and vanquish you?
Methinks, already, in this civil broil,

I see them lording it in London streets,
Crying "Villiago!" unto all they meet.
Better ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry,
Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman's mercy.
To France, to France! and get what you have lost.

Spare England, for it is your native coast.
Henry hath money, you are strong and manly:
God on our side, doubt not of victory.

All. A Clifford a Clifford ! we'll follow the king, and Clifford.

Cade. Was ever feather so lightly blown to and and fro, as this multitude? The name of Henry the Fifth hales them to an hundred mischiefs, and makes them leave me desolate. I see them lay their heads together to surprise me: my sword make way for me, for here is no staying.-In despite of the devils and hell, have through the very midst of you; and heavens and honour be witness, that no want of resolution in me, but only my followers' base and ignominious treasons, makes me betake me to my heels.

[Exit. Buck. What! is he fled? go some, and follow

him;

And he, that brings his head unto the king,

Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward.

[Exeunt some of them. Follow me, soldiers: we'll devise a mean

To reconcile you all unto the king.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IX.-Kenilworth Castle.

Sound Trumpets.

Enter King HENRY, Queen

MARGARET, and SOMERSET, on the Terrace of the Castle

K. Hen. Was ever king that joyed an earthly

throne,

And could command no more content than I?

No sooner was I crept out of my cradle,
But I was made a king, at nine months old:
Was never subject longed to be a king,
As I do long and wish to be a subject.

Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD.

Buck. Health, and glad tidings, to your majesty ! K. Hen. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor, Cade, surprised?

Or is he but retired to make him strong?

Enter below, a number of CADE's Followers, with halters about their necks.

Clif. He's fled, my lord, and all his powers do

yield,

And humbly thus, with halters on their necks.

Expect your highness' doom, of life, or death.

K. Hen. Then, heaven, set ope thy everlasting

gates,

To entertain my vows of thanks and praise !—
Soldiers, this day have you redeemed your lives,
And showed how well you love your prince and
country:

Continue still in this so good a mind,
And Henry, though he be infortunate,
Assure yourselves, will never be unkind :
And so, with thanks and pardon to you all,
I do dismiss you to your several countries.
All. God save the king! God save the king!

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. Please it your grace to be advértiséd,
The Duke of York is newly come from Ireland,
And with a puissant and a mighty power
Of gallowglasses and stout kernes,
Is marching hitherward in proud array;
And still proclaimeth, as he comes along,
His arms are only to remove from thee

The Duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traitor.
K. Hen. Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and
York distressed,

Like to a ship, that, having scaped a tempest,
Is straightway calmed and boarded with a pirate.