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  • Title: Henry VI, Part 2 (Folio 1, 1623)

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    Author: William Shakespeare
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    Henry VI, Part 2 (Folio 1, 1623)

    The second Part of Henry the Sixt.143
    2905Enter Cade.
    Cade. Fye on Ambitions: fie on my selfe, that haue a
    sword, and yet am ready to famish. These fiue daies haue
    I hid me in these Woods, and durst not peepe out, for all
    the Country is laid for me: but now am I so hungry, that
    2910if I might haue a Lease of my life for a thousand yeares, I
    could stay no longer. Wherefore on a Bricke wall haue
    I climb'd into this Garden, to see if I can eate Grasse, or
    picke a Sallet another while, which is not amisse to coole
    a mans stomacke this hot weather: and I think this word
    2915Sallet was borne to do me good: for many a time but for
    a Sallet, my braine-pan had bene cleft with a brown Bill;
    and many a time when I haue beene dry, & brauely mar-
    ching, it hath seru'd me insteede of a quart pot to drinke
    in: and now the word Sallet must serue me to feed on.
    2920Enter Iden.
    Iden. Lord, who would liue turmoyled in the Court,
    And may enioy such quiet walkes as these?
    This small inheritance my Father left me,
    Contenteth me, and worth a Monarchy.
    2925I seeke not to waxe great by others warning,
    Or gather wealth I care not with what enuy:
    Sufficeth, that I haue maintaines my state,
    And sends the poore well pleased from my gate.
    Cade. Heere's the Lord of the soile come to seize me
    2930for a stray, for entering his Fee-simple without leaue. A
    Villaine, thou wilt betray me, and get a 1000. Crownes
    of the King by carrying my head to him, but Ile make
    thee eate Iron like an Ostridge, and swallow my Sword
    like a great pin ere thou and I part.
    2935Iden. Why rude Companion, whatsoere thou be,
    I know thee not, why then should I betray thee?
    Is't not enough to breake into my Garden,
    And like a Theefe to come to rob my grounds:
    Climbing my walles inspight of me the Owner,
    2940But thou wilt braue me with these sawcie termes?
    Cade. Braue thee? I by the best blood that euer was
    broach'd, and beard thee to. Looke on mee well, I haue
    eate no meate these fiue dayes, yet come thou and thy
    fiue men, and if I doe not leaue you all as dead as a doore
    2945naile, I pray God I may neuer eate grasse more.
    Iden. Nay, it shall nere be said, while England stands,
    That Alexander Iden an Esquire of Kent,
    Tooke oddes to combate a poore famisht man.
    Oppose thy stedfast gazing eyes to mine,
    2950See if thou canst out-face me with thy lookes:
    Set limbe to limbe, and thou art farre the lesser:
    Thy hand is but a finger to my fist,
    Thy legge a sticke compared with this Truncheon,
    My foote shall fight with all the strength thou hast,
    2955And if mine arme be heaued in the Ayre,
    Thy graue is digg'd already in the earth:
    As for words, whose greatnesse answer's words,
    Let this my sword report what speech forbeares.
    Cade. By my Valour: the most compleate Champi-
    2960on that euer I heard. Steele, if thou turne the edge, or
    cut not out the burly bon'd Clowne in chines of Beefe,
    ere thou sleepe in thy Sheath, I beseech Ioue on my knees
    thou mayst be turn'd to Hobnailes.
    Heere they Fight.
    2965O I am slaine, Famine and no other hath slaine me, let ten
    thousand diuelles come against me, and giue me but the
    ten meales I haue lost, and I'de defie them all. Wither
    Garden, and be henceforth a burying place to all that do
    dwell in this house, because the vnconquered soule of
    2970Cade is fled.
    Iden. Is't Cade that I haue slain, that monstrous traitor?
    Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deede,
    And hang thee o're my Tombe, when I am dead.
    Ne're shall this blood be wiped from thy point,
    2975But thou shalt weare it as a Heralds coate,
    To emblaze the Honor 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 neuer feared any,
    2980am vanquished by Famine, not by Valour. Dyes.
    Id. How much thou wrong'st me, heauen be my iudge;
    Die damned Wretch, the curse of her that bare thee:
    And as I thrust thy body in with my sword,
    So wish I, I might thrust thy soule to hell.
    2985Hence will I dragge thee headlong by the heeles
    Vnto a dunghill, which shall be thy graue,
    And there cut off thy most vngracious head,
    Which I will beare in triumph to the King,
    Leauing thy trunke for Crowes to feed vpon. Exit.
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