* K. Hen. Come, Margaret; God, our hope, will! succour us. Q. Mar. My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceas'd. *K. Hen. Farewell, my lord; [To LORD SAY.] trust not the Kentish rebels. * Buck. Trust nobody, for fear you be betray'd. Say. The trust I have is in mine innocence, And therefore am I bold and resolute. [Exeunt. SCENE V. The same. The Tower. Enter LoRrd SCALES, and others on the Walls. Then enter certain Citizens, below. Scales. How now? is Jack Cade slain? 1 Cit. No, my lord, nor likely to be slain; for they have won the bridge, killing all those that withstand them: The lord mayor craves aid of your honour from the Tower, to defend the city from the rebels. Scales. Such aid as I can spare, you shall com mand; But I am troubled here with them myself, Cade. Now is Mortimer lord of this city. And Sold Jack Cade! Jack Cade! Cade. Knock him down there. [They kill him.2 * Smith. If this fellow be wise, he'll never call you Jack Cade more; I think he hath a very fair * warning. Cade. Be it a lordship thou shalt have it for that word. 'Dick. Only, that the laws of England may come your mouth.6 out of 'John. Mass, 'twill be sore law then; for he was thrust in the mouth with a spear, and 'tis not 'whole vet. [Aside. Smith. Nay, John, it will be stinking law; for 'his breath stinks with eating toasted cheese. [Aside. 'Cade. I have thought upon it, it shall be so. Away, burn all the records of the realm; my mouth shall be the parliament of England. * A * John. Then we are like to have biting statutes, common. Enter a Messenger. 8 Enter GEORGE BEVIS, with the LORD SAY. 'Cade. Well, he shall be beheaded for it ten times.-Ay, thou say, thou serge, nay, thou buckram lord! now art thou within point-blank of our jurisdiction regal. What canst thou answer 'to my majesty, for giving up of Normandy unto 'Monsieur Basimecu, the dauphin of France? Be ' it known unto thee, by these presence, even the presence of Lord Mortimer, that I am the besom 'that must sweep the court clean of such filth as 'thou art. Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm, in erecting a grammar'school: and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used; and, contrary 'to the king, his crown, and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill. It will be proved to thy face, that thou hast men about thee, that usually talk of a noun, and a verb; and such abominable words, 9 Dick. My lord, there's an army gathered toge-as no Christian ear can endure to hear. Thou ther in Smithfield. you can, away. Cade. Come then, let's go fight with them: But, hrst, go and set London Bridge on fire ;3 and, if burn down the Tower too. Come, let's [Exeunt. Smithfield. Alarum. SCENE VII. The same. Enter on one side, CADE and his Company; on the other, Citizens, and the King's Forces, headed by MATTHEW GOUGH. They fight; the Citizens are routed, and MATTHEW GOUGH is slain. Cade. So, sirs:-Now go some and pull down the Savoy; others to the inns of court; down with them all. Dick. I have a suit unto your lordship. hast appointed justices of peace, to call poor men before then about matters they were not able to answer. Moreover, thou hast put them in prison; and because they could not read, thou hast hanged them ;10 when, indeed, only for that cause, they ' have been most worthy to live. Thou dost ride on a foot-cloth,11 dost thou not? Say. What of that? Cade. Marry, thou oughtest not to let thy horse go in wear a cloak, when honester men than thou their hose and doublets. king his father. See also W. of Wyrcestre, p. 357; and the Paston Letters, vol. i. p. 42. 5 This trouble had been saved Cade's reformers by his predecessor Wat Tyler. It was never re-edified till Henry VI. founded the hospital.' 6 It was reported, indeed, that he should saie with great pride that within four daies all the laws of England should come foorth of his mouth.'-Holinshed, p. 432. 7 A fifteen was the fifteenth part of all the moveables, or personal property of each subject. 1 Whatever offence to modern delicacy may be given by this imagery, such ornaments to fountains appear to have been no uncommon device in ancient times. The curious reader may see a design, probably from the pencil of Benedetto di Montagna, for a very singular fountain of this kind, in that elegant book the Hypnerotomachia, printed by Aldus in 1499. Le Grand, in his Vie Privee des François, mentions that at a feast made by Phillippe-le-Bon, there was 'une statue d'enfant nu, pose sur une roche, et qui de sa broquette pissait eau de rose. This conduit may, however, have been one set up at the standarde in Cheape, according to Stowe, by John Wels, grocer, mayor, in 1430, with a small cis-deric Corsellis, one of Coster's workmen, from Haerterne for fresh water, having one cock continually running. 2 'He also put to execution in Southwarke diverse persons, some for breaking this ordinance, and other being his old acquaintance, lest they should bewray his base lineage, disparaging him for his usurped name of Mortimer.-Holinshed, p. 634. 3 At that time London Bridge was of wood: the houses upon it were actually burnt in this rebellion. Hall says he entered London, and cut the ropes of the rawbridge.' 4 Holinshed calls Mathew Gough'a man of great wit and much experience in feats of chivalrie, the which in ontinuall warres had spent his time in serving of the 8 Say is a kind of thin woollen stuff or serge. 9 Shakspeare is a little too early with this accusation Yet Meerman, in his Origines Typographicæ, has availed himself of this passage to support his hypothesis that printing was introduced into England by Fre lem in the time of Henry VI. Shakspeare's anachronisms are not more extraordinary than those of his contemporaries. Spenser mentions cloth made at Lincoln in the ideal reign of King Arthur, and has adorned a castle at the same period with cloth of Arras and of Tours. 10 i. e. they were hanged because they could not claim the benefit of clergy. 11 A foot-cloth was a kind of housing which covered the body of the horse: it was sometime: made of velvet and bordered with gold lace. This is a reproach truly characteristical: nothing gives so much offence to the lower orders as the sight of superfluities merely osten tatious. * Dick. And work in their shirt too; as myself, *Is my apparel sumptuous to behold? * for example, that am a butcher. Say. You men of Kent,-- Say. Nothing but this: 'Tis bona terra, mala Cade. Away with him, away with him! he speaks Latin. * Say. Hear me but speak, and bear me where you will. Kent, in the commentaries Cæsar writ, 'Is term'd the civil'st place of all this isle:2 Sweet is the country, because full of riches ; The people liberal, valiant, active, wealthy; 'Which makes me hope you are not void of pity. 'I sold not Maine, I lost not Normandy: * Yet, to recover them, would lose my life. * Justice with favour have I always done; * Prayers and tears have mov'd me, gifts could never. * When have I aught exacted at your hands, * Kent, to maintain the king, the realm, and you?3 * Large gifts have I bestow'd on learned clerks, * Because my book preferr'd me to the king: * And-seeing ignorance is the curse of God, * Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven, * Unless you be possess'd with devilish spirits, * You cannot but forbear to murder me. *This tongue hath parley'd unto foreign kings * For your behoof, * Cade. Tut! when struck'st thou one blow in * the field? *Say. Great men have reaching hands; oft have I struck * Those that I never saw, and struck them dead. * Whom have I injur'd, that ye seek my death? *These hands are free from guiltless blood-shedding, *This breast from harbouring foul deceitful thoughts. *O, let me live ! * * Cade. I feel remorse in myself with his words : *but I'll bridle it; he shall die, an it be but for pleading so well for his life. Away with him! *he has a familiar" under his tongue; he speaks * not o' God's name. 'Go, take him away, I say, ' and strike off his head presently; and then break ' into his son-in-law's house, Sir James Cromer, ' and strike off his head, and bring them both upor 'two poles hither. All. It shall be done. * Say. Ah, countrymen! if when you make your prayers, ye * God should be so obdurate as yourselves, * How would it fare with your departed souls? * And therefore yet relent, and save my life. *Cade. Away with him, and do as I command [Exeunt some, with LORD SAY 'The proudest peer in the realm shall not wear & 'head on his shoulders, unless he pay me tribute there shall not a maid be married, but she shal pay to me her maidenhead ere they have it; 'Men shall hold of me in capite; and we charge ' and command, that their wives be as free as heart can wish, or tongue can tell. 'Dick. My lord, when shall we go to Cheap. side, and take up commodities upon our bills 210 Cade. Marry, presently. 'All. O brave! * Geo. O monstrous coward! what, to come be- Re-enter Rebels, with the Heads of LORD SAY, and hind folks? Nick. No, 'tis Outalian: I know it well enough. 2 'Ex his omnibus sunt humanissimi, qui Cantium incolunt.' Cæsar. Thus translated by Ar. Golding, 1590:- Of all the inhabitants of the isle, the civilest are the Kentish-folke.' It is said also in the same words n Lyly's Euphues and his England, 1580. 3 This passage has been supposed corrupt merely because it was erroneously pointed. I have now placed a comma at Kent, to show that it is parenthetically spoken; and then I see not the slightest difficulty in the meaning of the passage. It was thus absurdly pointed In the folio: 'When have Iaught exacted at your hands? Kent to maintain, the king, the realm, and you? Large gifts, have I bestow'd on learned clerks,' &c. 4 i. e. in consequence of. 5 The old copy reads 'the help of a hatchet.' There can be little doubt but that Dr. Farmer's emendation, 'pap of a hatchet,' is the true reading: it is a proper accompaniment to the hempen caudle. Lyly wrote a pamphlet with the title of 'Pap with a Hatchet;' and the phrase occurs in his play of Mother Bombie: They give us pan with a spoone, and when we speake for what we love, pap with a hatchet.' 6 i. e. these hands are free from shedding guiltless or innocent blood. his Son-in-law. 'Cade. But is not this braver ?-Let them kiss one another, for they loved well, when they were alive. Now part them again, lest they consult about the giving up of some more towns in France. 'Soldiers, defer the spoil of the city until night. for with these borne before us, instead of maces, will we ride through the streets; and, at every ‹ corner, have them kiss.-Away! ¡Exeunt. 7 A demon who was supposed to attend at call. 8 It was William Crowmer, sheriff of Kent, whom Cade put to death. Lord Say and he had been previously sent to the Tower, and both, or at least the former, convicted of treason at Cade's mock commission of Oyer and Terminer at Guildhall. See W. of Wyrces ter, p. 470. 9 Alluding to an ancient usage, on which Beaumont and Fletcher have founded their play called the Custom of the Country. See Cowel's Law Dictionary, or Blount's Glossographia, 16S1, in voce Marcheta. Blackstone is of opinion that it never prevailed in England, though he supposes it certainly did in Scotland. Boetius and Skene both mention this custom as existing in the time of Malcolm III. A. D. 1057. Sir D. Dalrymple controverts the fact, and denies the actual existence o the custom; as does Whitaker in his History of Manchester. There are several ancient grants from our early kings to their subjects, written in rude verse, and empowering them to enjoy their lands as 'free as heart can wish or tongue can tell. The authenticity of them, however, is doubtful. See Blount's Jocular Tenures. 10 An equivoque alluding to the halberts or bills borne by the rabble. Shakspeare has the same quibble in Much Ado about Nothing, Act iii. Sc. 3. 11 This may be taken from the Legend of Jack Cade in the Mirror for Magistrates, as Dr. Farm er observes but both Hall and Holins hed mention the circumstance Know, Cade, we come ambassadors from the king 'Unto the commons whom thou hast misled ; And here pronounce free pardon to them all, 'That will forsake thee, and go home in peace. Cliff What say ye, countrymen? will ye relent, And yield to mercy, whilst 'tis offer'd you; 'Or let a rabble lead you to your deaths? '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. '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 there'fore broke through London Gates, that you should leave me at the White Hart in Southwark? I thought, ye would never have given out these arms, till you had recovered your ancient free'dom: 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. 'Wer'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-Villageois! unto all they meet. Better, ten thousand base-born Čades 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. inrone, * 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 •• Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD. * Buck. Health, and glad tidings, to your majesty t * K. Hen. Why, Buckingham, is dito, Cade, surpris'd? * Or is he but retir'd to make him strong? Enter, below, a great number of ADE's Followers, with Halters about this Necks. 'Clif. He's fled, my lord, at ♬ all his povers do yield; And humbly thus, with halters on their necks, Expect your highness' doom, of life, or de.ch. 'K. Hen. Then, heaven, sat ope thy everlasting gates, זיס To entertain my yew of thanks and prais Soldiers, this day have you redeem'd your lives, And show'd ho, ve'l jou love your prince al country: 'Continue sain tus 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 disriss you to your several countries. All. God save the king! God save the kirg! Enter a Messenger. *Mass. Please it your grace to be advertised, The duke of York is newly come from Ireland; * And with a puissant and a mighty power, *Of Gallowglasses, and stout Kernes,2 And still proclaimeth, as he comes along, * His arms are only to remove from thee • The duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traito, * K. Hen. Thus stands my state, 'twixt Ca and York distress'd; 4 Like to a ship, that, having scap'd a tempest, * Is straightway caim'd3 and boarded with a pirate; * But now is Cade driven back, his men dispers'd; * And now is York in arms to second him.-And ask him, what's the reason of these arms, * I pray thee, Buckingham, go forth and meet him; *Tell him, I'll send Duke Edmund to the Tower;And, Somerset, we will commit thee thither, Until his army be dismiss'd from him. *Som. My lord, All. A Clifford! a Clifford! we'll follow th✶ king, and Clifford. Cade. Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro, as this multitude? the name of Henry the 'Fifth hales them to a 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 despight 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 follow'ers' 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 hi ve a thousand crowns for his reward.--[Exeunt some of them. * I'll yield myself to prison willingly, *K. Hen. In any case, be not too rough in terms; For he is fierce, and cannot brook hard language. * Buck. I will, my lord; and doubt not so to deal, As all things shall redound unto your good. *K. Hen. Come, wife, let's in, and learn to govern better: For yet may England curse my wretched reign. [Exeunt. SCENE X. Kent. Iden's Garden. Enter CADE. * Cade. Fye on ambition! fye on myself; that 1 S all the historians agree; and yet in Part I. Act The second folio printed by mistake claimed; and the King Henry is made to say : iii. S. 'I do remember how my father said’ a plain proof that the whole of that play was not written. by the same hand as this. 3 The first folio reads calme; which may be right. third folio calm'd. This reading has been adopted as most perspicuous, and because in Othello we have :must be be-lee'd and calm'a. ' 4 But is here not adversative. It was oniy just now 2 The Galloglasse useth a kind of pollax for his (says Henry,) that Cade and his followers were routed' weapon. These men are grim of countenance, tall of 5A gentleman of Kent, named Alexander Eden, stature, big of limme, lusty of body, wel and strongly awaited so his time, that he took the said Cade in a gar timbered. The kerne is an ordinary foot-soldier, using den in Sussex, so that there he was slaine at Hothfor weapon his sword and target, and sometimes his field,' &c.-Holinshed, p. 635. This Iden was, in fact, piece, being commonly good markmen.'-Stanihurst's the new sheriff of Kent, who had followea Cade from Descript, of Ireland, c viii f. 21. Rochester.—William of Wyrcesœí, p. 472. * have a sword, and yet am ready to famish! These * Enter IDEN, with Servants. 'Iden. Lord, who would live turmoiled in the court, And may enjoy such quiet walks as these? • This small inheritance, my father left me, 'Contenteth me, and is worth a monarchy. • I seek not to wax great by others' waning; 'Or gather wealth, I care not with what envy; Sufficeth, that I have maintains my state, ' And sends the poor well pleased from my gate. Cade. Here's the lord of the soil come to seize me for a stray, for entering his fee-simple without leave. Ah, villain, thou wilt betray me, and get a thousand crowns of the king for carrying my 'head to him; but I'll make thee eat iron like an ostrich, and swallow my sword like a great pin, ere thou and I part. 'Iden. Why, rude companion, whatsoe'er thou be, I know thee not; Why then should I betray thee? 'Is't not enough, to break into my garden, And, like a thief, to come and rob my grounds, Climbing my walls in spite of me the owner, • But thou wilt brave me with these saucy terms? Cade. Brave thee? ay, by the best blood that ever was broached, and beard thee too. Look on me well: I have eat no meat these five days; yet, come thou and thy five men, and if I do not leave you all as dead as a door nail,2 I pray God, I may never eat grass more. Iden. Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while England That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent, Oppose thy steadfast-gazing eyes to mine, Thy leg a stick, compared with this truncheon; My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast; And if mine arm be heaved in the air, Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth. 'As for words, whose greatness answers words,3 'Let this my sword report what speech forbears. ing-place to all that do dwell in this nɔuse, because .5 Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed, And hang thee o'er my tomb, when I am dead : *Ne'er shall this blood be wiped from thy point; But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat, *To emblaze the honour that thy master got. 'Cade. Iden, farewell; and be proud of thy victory: Tell Kent from me, she hath lost her best man, and exhort all the world to be cowards; for I, that never feared any, am vanquished by famine, not by valour. [Dies. * Iden. How much thou wrong'st me, heaver be my judge. 6 * Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare * And as I thrust thy body in with my sword, [Exit, dragging out the Body. 'And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head: Enter BUCKINGHAM. 'The king hath sent him, sure: I must dissemble. 'Buck. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thes well. 'York. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy 'Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure? so great. *Cade. By my valour, the most complete champion that ever I heard.-'Steel, if thou turn the edge, or cut not out the burly-boned clown in 'chines of beef ere thou sleep in thy sheath, I be'seech God on my knees, thou mayest be turned to hobnails. [They fight; CADE falls.] O, I am 'slain! famine, and no other, hath slain me: let 'ten thousand devils come against me, and give me but the ten meals I have lost, and I'd defy them all. Wither, garden; and be henceforth a bury-On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury! 'O, I could hew up rocks, and fight with And now, like Ajax Telamonius, Aside. 6 Johnson erroneously interprets this, 'In supposing that I am proud of my victory. Iden evidently means that Cade wrongs him by undervaluing his prowess. 7 Not to dwell upon the wickedness of this horrid wish, with which Iden debases his character, the whole of this speech is wild and confused. The quarto is more favourable both to Iden's morality and language. This faulty amplification was owing to the desire of expandtreated as an interpolation, however we may desire to ing a scanty thought in the old play. It can hardly be think it such. S i. e. balance my hand. 9 York means to say, 'If ì have a soul, my cand shall not be without a sceptre strong. ; Aside. 'O Buckingham, I pr'ythee, pardon me, 'That I have given no answer all this while 'My mind was troubled with deep melancholy. The cause why I have brought this army hither, Is-to remove proud Somerset from the king, 'Seditious to his grace and to the state. Buck. That is too much presumption on thy part: But if thy arms be to no other end, The king hath yielded unto thy demand; 'The duke of Somerset is in the Tower. York. Upon thine honour, is he prisoner? Buck. Upon mine honour, he is prisoner. York. Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my powers. Soldiers, I thank you all: disperse yourselves; 'Meet me to-morrow in Saint George's field, You shall have pay, and every thing you wish. * And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry, * Command my eldest son,-nay, all all my sons, * As pledges of my fealty and love, * I'll send them all as willing as I live *Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have *Is his to use, so Somerset may die. 'Buck. York, I commend this kind submission: 'We twain will go into his highness' tent. Enter KING HENRY, attended. K. Hen. Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us, 'That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? * York. In all submission and humility, * York doth present himself unto your highness. * K. Hen. Then what intend these forces thou dost bring? * York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence; And fight against that monstrous rebel, Cade, 'Who since I heard to be discomfited. 'K. Hen. The head of Cade ?-Great God, how just art thou! O, let me view his visage being dead, That living wrought me such exceeding trouble. Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew him? 'Iden. I was, an't like your majesty. Enter QUELA MARGARET and SOMERSET. 'Q. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his head, 'But boldly stand, and front him to his face. York. How now! Is Somerset at liberty? Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison'd thoughts, And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart. 'Shall I endure the sight of Somerset ?-False king! why hast thou broken faith with me, Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse? King did I call thee? no, thou art not king; 'Not fit to govern and rule multitudes, Which dar'st not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor. 'That head of thine doth not become a crown ; Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff, And not to grace an awful princely sceptre. 'That gold must round engirt these brows of mine 'Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear, Is able with the change to kill and cure.2 • Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up, 'And with the same to act controlling laws. 'Give place; by heaven, thou shalt rule no more 'O'er him, whom heaven created for thy ruler. Som. O monstrous traitor!-I arrest thee, York Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown: * Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace. * York. Would'st have me kneel? first let me ask of these, *If they can brook I bow a knee to man. * Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail; [Exit an Attendant. * I know, ere they will have me go to ward,3 *They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement. Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come amain, *To say, if that the bastard boys of York Enter EDWARD and RICHARD PLANTAGENET with Forces, ut one side; at the other, with Forces also, Old CLIFFORD and his Son. *See, where they come; I'll warrant they'll make it good. * Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their bail. Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the 'York. I thank thee, Clifford: Say, what news Nay, do not fright us with an angry look: 'We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again; K. Hen. How art thou call'd? and what is thy For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee. degree? 'Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king. *Buck. So please it you, my lord, 'twere not amiss * He were created knight for his good service. 'K. Hen. Iden, kneel down; [He kneels.] Rise up a knight. ; We give thee for reward a thousand marks ' And will, that thou henceforth attend on us. 'Iden. May Iden live to merit such a bounty,1 And never live but true unto his liege! 'K. Hen. See, Buckingham! Somerset comes with the queen : 'Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mistake 'But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do : 'To Bedlam1 with him? is the man grown mad? 'K. Hen. Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious humour 'Makes him oppose himself against his king. Clif. He is a traitor; let him to the Tower, And chop away that factious pate of his. Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey; • His he sons, says, shall give their words for him. "York. Will you not, sons? Edw. Ay, noble father, if our words will serve. 'Rich. And if words will not, then our weapons shall. 4 This has been thought an anachronism; but Stowe shows that it is not: Next unto the parish of St. Buttolph is a fayre inne for receipt of travellers; then an hospitall of S. Mary of Bethlehem, founded by Simon Fitz-Mary, one of the Sheriffes of London, in the yeare 1246. He founded it to have beene a priorie of cannons with brethren and sisters, and King Edward the Thirde granted a protection, which I have seene, for the brethren Milicia beatæ Mariæ de Bethlem, within the citie of London, the 14th yeare of his raigne. It was an hos pitall for distracted people.'-Survey of London r 127, 1599. |