2906Cade. Fye on Ambitions: fie on my selfe, that haue a

2907sword, and yet am ready to famish. These fiue daies haue

2908I hid me in these Woods, and durst not peepe out, for all

2909the 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

2911could stay no longer. Wherefore on a Bricke wall haue

2912I climb'd into this Garden, to see if I can eate Grasse, or

2913picke a Sallet another while, which is not amisse to coole

2914a mans stomacke this hot weather: and I think this word

2915Sallet was borne to do me good: for many a time but for

2916a Sallet, my braine-pan had bene cleft with a brown Bill;

2917and many a time when I haue beene dry, & brauely mar-

2918ching, it hath seru'd me insteede of a quart pot to drinke

2919in: and now the word Sallet must serue me to feed on.

2921Iden. Lord, who would liue turmoyled in the Court,

2922And may enioy such quiet walkes as these?

2923This small inheritance my Father left me,

2924Contenteth me, and worth a Monarchy.

2925I seeke not to waxe great by others warning,

2926Or gather wealth I care not with what enuy:

2927Sufficeth, that I haue maintaines my state,

2928And sends the poore well pleased from my gate.

2929Cade. Heere's the Lord of the soile come to seize me

2930for a stray, for entering his Fee-simple without leaue. A

2931Villaine, thou wilt betray me, and get a 1000. Crownes

2932of the King by carrying my head to him, but Ile make

2933thee eate Iron like an Ostridge, and swallow my Sword

2934like a great pin ere thou and I part.

2935Iden. Why rude Companion, whatsoere thou be,

2936I know thee not, why then should I betray thee?

2937Is't not enough to breake into my Garden,

2938And like a Theefe to come to rob my grounds:

2939Climbing my walles inspight of me the Owner,

2940But thou wilt braue me with these sawcie termes?

2941Cade. Braue thee? I by the best blood that euer was

2942broach'd, and beard thee to. Looke on mee well, I haue

2943eate no meate these fiue dayes, yet come thou and thy

2944fiue men, and if I doe not leaue you all as dead as a doore

2945naile, I pray God I may neuer eate grasse more.

2946Iden. Nay, it shall nere be said, while England stands,

2947That Alexander Iden an Esquire of Kent,

2948Tooke oddes to combate a poore famisht man.

2949Oppose thy stedfast gazing eyes to mine,

2950See if thou canst out-face me with thy lookes:

2951Set limbe to limbe, and thou art farre the lesser:

2952Thy hand is but a finger to my fist,

2953Thy legge a sticke compared with this Truncheon,

2954My foote shall fight with all the strength thou hast,

2955And if mine arme be heaued in the Ayre,

2956Thy graue is digg'd already in the earth:

2957As for words, whose greatnesse answer's words,

2958Let this my sword report what speech forbeares.

2959Cade. By my Valour: the most compleate Champi-

2960on that euer I heard. Steele, if thou turne the edge, or

2961cut not out the burly bon'd Clowne in chines of Beefe,

2962ere thou sleepe in thy Sheath, I beseech Ioue on my knees

2963thou mayst be turn'd to Hobnailes.

2965O I am slaine, Famine and no other hath slaine me, let ten

2966thousand diuelles come against me, and giue me but the

2967ten meales I haue lost, and I'de defie them all. Wither

2968Garden, and be henceforth a burying place to all that do

2969dwell in this house, because the vnconquered soule of

2970Cade is fled.

2971Iden. Is't Cade that I haue slain, that monstrous traitor?

2972Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deede,

2973And hang thee o're my Tombe, when I am dead.

2974Ne're shall this blood be wiped from thy point,

2975But thou shalt weare it as a Heralds coate,

2976To emblaze the Honor that thy Master got.

2977Cade. Iden farewell, and be proud of thy victory: Tell

2978Kent from me, she hath lost her best man, and exhort all

2979the World to be Cowards: For I that neuer feared any,

2980am vanquished by Famine, not by Valour. Dyes.

2981Id. How much thou wrong'st me, heauen be my iudge;

2982Die damned Wretch, the curse of her that bare thee:

2983And as I thrust thy body in with my sword,

2984So wish I, I might thrust thy soule to hell.

2985Hence will I dragge thee headlong by the heeles

2986Vnto a dunghill, which shall be thy graue,

2987And there cut off thy most vngracious head,

2988Which I will beare in triumph to the King,

2989Leauing thy trunke for Crowes to feed vpon. Exit.