2850King. Was euer King that ioy'd an earthly Throne,

2851And could command no more content then I?

2852No sooner was I crept out of my Cradle,

2853But I was made a King, at nine months olde.

2854Was neuer Subiect long'd to be a King,

2855As I do long and wish to be a Subiect.

2857Buc. Health and glad tydings to your Maiesty.

2858Kin. Why Buckingham, is the Traitor Cade surpris'd?

2859Or is he but retir'd to make him strong?

2862Clif. He is fled my Lord, and all his powers do yeeld,

2863And humbly thus with halters on their neckes,

2864Expect your Highnesse doome of life, or death.

2865King. Then heauen set ope thy euerlasting gates,

2866To entertaine my vowes of thankes and praise.

2867Souldiers, this day haue you redeem'd your liues,

2868And shew'd how well you loue your Prince & Countrey:

2869Continue still in this so good a minde,

2870And Henry though he be infortunate,

2871Assure your selues will neuer be vnkinde:

2872And so with thankes, and pardon to you all,

2873I do dismisse you to your seuerall Countries.

2874All. God saue the King, God saue the King.

2876Mes. Please it your Grace to be aduertised,

2877The Duke of Yorke is newly come from Ireland,

2878And with a puissant and a mighty power

2879Of Gallow-glasses and stout Kernes,

2880Is marching hitherward in proud array,

2881And still proclaimeth as he comes along,

2882His Armes are onely to remoue from thee

2883The Duke of Somerset, whom he tearmes a Traitor.

2884King. Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and Yorke

2885 distrest,

2886Like to a Ship, that hauing scap'd a Tempest,

2887Is straight way calme, and boorded with a Pyrate.

2888But now is Cade driuen backe, his men dispierc'd,

2889And now is Yorke in Armes, to second him.

2890I pray thee Buckingham go and meete him,

2891And aske him what's the reason of these Armes:

2892Tell him, Ile send Duke Edmund to the Tower,

2893And Somerset we will commit thee thither,

2894Vntill his Army be dismist from him.

2895Somerset. My Lord,

2896Ile yeelde my selfe to prison willingly,

2897Or vnto death, to do my Countrey good.

2898King. In any case, be not to rough in termes,

2899For he is fierce, and cannot brooke hard Language.

2900Buc. I will my Lord, and doubt not so to deale,

2901As all things shall redound vnto your good.

2902King. Come wife, let's in, and learne to gouern better,

2903For yet may England curse my wretched raigne.