2992Yor. From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right,

2993And plucke the Crowne from feeble Henries head.

2994Ring Belles alowd, burne Bonfires cleare and bright

2995To entertaine great Englands lawfull King.

2996Ah Sancta Maiestas! who would not buy thee deere?

2997Let them obey, that knowes not how to Rule.

2998This hand was made to handle nought but Gold.

2999I cannot giue due action to my words,

3000Except a Sword or Scepter ballance it.

3001A Scepter shall it haue, haue I a soule,

3002On which Ile tosse the Fleure-de-Luce of France.

3004Whom haue we heere? Buckingham to disturbe me?

3005The king hath sent him sure: I must dissemble.

3006Buc. Yorke, if thou meanest wel, I greet thee well.

3007Yor. Humfrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting.

3008Art thou a Messenger, or come of pleasure.

3009Buc. A Messenger from Henry, our dread Liege,

3010To know the reason of these Armes in peace.

3011Or why, thou being a Subiect, as I am,

3012Against thy Oath, and true Allegeance sworne,

3013Should raise so great a power without his leaue?

3014Or dare to bring thy Force so neere the Court?

3015Yor. Scarse can I speake, my Choller is so great.

3016Oh I could hew vp Rockes, and fight with Flint,

3017I am so angry at these abiect tearmes.

3018And now like Aiax Telamonius,

3019On Sheepe or Oxen could I spend my furie.

3020I am farre better borne then is the king:

3021More like a King, more Kingly in my thoughts.

3022But I must make faire weather yet a while,

3023Till Henry be more weake, and I more strong.

3024Buckingham, I prethee pardon me,

3025That I haue giuen no answer all this while:

3026My minde was troubled with deepe Melancholly.

3027The cause why I haue brought this Armie hither,

o2 Is

3028Is to remoue proud Somerset from the King,

3029Seditious to his Grace, and to the State.

3030Buc. That is too much presumption on thy part:

3031But if thy Armes be to no other end,

3032The King hath yeelded vnto thy demand:

3033The Duke of Somerset is in the Tower.

3034Yorke. Vpon thine Honor is he Prisoner?

3035Buck. Vpon mine Honor he is Prisoner.

3036Yorke. Then Buckingham I do dismisse my Powres.

3037Souldiers, I thanke you all: disperse your selues:

3038Meet me to morrow in S. Georges Field,

3039You shall haue pay, and euery thing you wish.

3040And let my Soueraigne, vertuous Henry,

3041Command my eldest sonne, nay all my sonnes,

3042As pledges of my Fealtie and Loue,

3043Ile send them all as willing as I liue:

3044Lands, Goods, Horse, Armor, any thing I haue

3045Is his to vse, so Somerset may die.

3046Buc. Yorke, I commend this kinde submission,

3047We twaine will go into his Highnesse Tent.

3049King. Buckingham, doth Yorke intend no harme to vs

3050That thus he marcheth with thee arme in arme?

3051Yorke. In all submission and humility,

3052Yorke doth present himselfe vnto your Highnesse.

3053K. Then what intends these Forces thou dost bring?

3054Yor. To heaue the Traitor Somerset from hence,

3055And fight against that monstrous Rebell Cade,

3056Who since I heard to be discomfited.

3058Iden. If one so rude, and of so meane condition

3059May passe into the presence of a King:

3060Loe, I present your Grace a Traitors head,

3061The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew.

3062King. The head of Cade? Great God, how iust art thou?

3063Oh let me view his Visage being dead,

3064That liuing wrought me such exceeding trouble.

3065Tell me my Friend, art thou the man that slew him?

3066Iden. I was, an't like your Maiesty.

3067King. How art thou call'd? And what is thy degree?

3068Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name,

3069A poore Esquire of Kent, that loues his King.

3070Buc. So please it you my Lord, 'twere not amisse

3071He were created Knight for his good seruice.

3072King. Iden, kneele downe, rise vp a Knight:

3073We giue thee for reward a thousand Markes,

3074And will, that thou henceforth attend on vs.

3075Iden. May Iden liue to merit such a bountie,

3076And neuer liue but true vnto his Liege.

3078K. See Buckingham, Somerset comes with th' Queene,

3079Go bid her hide him quickly from the Duke.

3080Qu. For thousand Yorkes he shall not hide his head,

3081But boldly stand, and front him to his face.

3082Yor. How now? is Somerset at libertie?

3083Then Yorke vnloose thy long imprisoned thoughts,

3084And let thy tongue be equall with thy heart.

3085Shall I endure the sight of Somerset?

3086False King, why hast thou broken faith with me,

3087Knowing how hardly I can brooke abuse?

3088King did I call thee? No: thou art not King:

3089Not fit to gouerne and rule multitudes,

3090Which dar'st not, no nor canst not rule a Traitor.

3091That Head of thine doth not become a Crowne:

3092Thy Hand is made to graspe a Palmers staffe,

3093And not to grace an awefull Princely Scepter.

3094That Gold, must round engirt these browes of mine,

3095Whose Smile and Frowne, like to Achilles Speare

3096Is able with the change, to kill and cure.

3097Heere is a hand to hold a Scepter vp,

3098And with the same to acte controlling Lawes:

3099Giue place: by heauen thou shalt rule no more

3100O're him, whom heauen created for thy Ruler.

3101Som. O monstrous Traitor! I arrest thee Yorke

3102Of Capitall Treason 'gainst the King and Crowne:

3103Obey audacious Traitor, kneele for Grace.

3104York. Wold'st haue me kneele? First let me ask of thee,

3105If they can brooke I bow a knee to man:

3106Sirrah, call in my sonne to be my bale:

3107I know ere they will haue me go to Ward,

3108They'l pawne their swords of my infranchisement.

3109Qu. Call hither Clifford, bid him come amaine,

3110To say, if that the Bastard boyes of Yorke

3111Shall be the Surety for their Traitor Father.

3112Yorke. O blood-bespotted Neopolitan,

3113Out-cast of Naples, Englands bloody Scourge,

3114The sonnes of Yorke, thy betters in their birth,

3115Shall be their Fathers baile, and bane to those

3116That for my Surety will refuse the Boyes.

3118See where they come, Ile warrant they'l make it good.

3120Qu. And here comes Clifford to deny their baile.

3121Clif. Health, and all happinesse to my Lord the King.

3122Yor. I thanke thee Clifford: Say, what newes with thee?

3123Nay, do not fright vs with an angry looke:

3124We are thy Soueraigne Clifford, kneele againe;

3125For thy mistaking so, We pardon thee.

3126Clif. This is my King Yorke, I do not mistake,

3127But thou mistakes me much to thinke I do,

3128To Bedlem with him, is the man growne mad.

3129King. I Clifford, a Bedlem and ambitious humor

3130Makes him oppose himselfe against his King.

3131Clif. He is a Traitor, let him to the Tower,

3132And chop away that factious pate of his.

3133Qu. He is arrested, but will not obey:

3134His sonnes (he sayes) shall giue their words for him.

3135Yor. Will you not Sonnes?

3136Edw. I Noble Father, if our words will serue.

3137Rich. And if words will not, then our Weapons shal.

3138Clif. Why what a brood of Traitors haue we heere?

3139Yorke. Looke in a Glasse, and call thy Image so.

3140I am thy King, and thou a false-heart Traitor:

3141Call hither to the stake my two braue Beares,

3142That with the very shaking of their Chaines,

3143They may astonish these fell-lurking Curres,

3144Bid Salsbury and Warwicke come to me.

3147Clif. Are these thy Beares? Wee'l bate thy Bears to death,

3148And manacle the Berard in their Chaines,

3149If thou dar'st bring them to the bayting place.

3150Rich. Oft haue I seene a hot ore-weening Curre,

3151Run backe and bite, because he was with-held,

3152Who being suffer'd with the Beares fell paw,

3153Hath clapt his taile, betweene his legges and cride,

3154And such a peece of seruice will you do,

3155If you oppose your selues to match Lord Warwicke.

3156Clif. Hence heape of wrath, foule indigested lumpe,

3157As crooked in thy manners, as thy shape.

3158Yor. Nay we shall heate you thorowly anon.

3159Clif. Take heede least by your heate you burne your

3160selues:

3161King. Why Warwicke, hath thy knee forgot to bow?

3162Old Salsbury, shame to thy siluer haire,

3163Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sicke sonne,

3164What wilt thou on thy death-bed play the Ruffian?

3165And seeke for sorrow with thy Spectacles?

3166Oh where is Faith? Oh, where is Loyalty?

3167If it be banisht from the frostie head,

3168Where shall it finde a harbour in the earth?

3169Wilt thou go digge a graue to finde out Warre,

3170And shame thine honourable Age with blood?

3171Why art thou old, and want'st experience?

3172Or wherefore doest abuse it, if thou hast it?

3173For shame in dutie bend thy knee to me,

3174That bowes vnto the graue with mickle age.

3175Sal. My Lord, I haue considered with my selfe

3176The Title of this most renowned Duke,

3177And in my conscience, do repute his grace

3178The rightfull heyre to Englands Royall seate.

3179King. Hast thou not sworne Allegeance vnto me?

3180Sal. I haue.

3181Ki. Canst thou dispense with heauen for such an oath?

3182Sal. It is great sinne, to sweare vnto a sinne:

3183But greater sinne to keepe a sinfull oath:

3184Who can be bound by any solemne Vow

3185To do a murd'rous deede, to rob a man,

3186To force a spotlesse Virgins Chastitie,

3187To reaue the Orphan of his Patrimonie,

3188To wring the Widdow from her custom'd right,

3189And haue no other reason for this wrong,

3190But that he was bound by a solemne Oath?

3191Qu. A subtle Traitor needs no Sophister.

3192King. Call Buckingham, and bid him arme himselfe.

3193Yorke. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast,

3194I am resolu'd for death and dignitie.

3195Old Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreames proue true

3196War. You were best to go to bed, and dreame againe,

3197To keepe thee from the Tempest of the field.

3198Old Clif. I am resolu'd to beare a greater storme,

3199Then any thou canst coniure vp to day:

3200And that Ile write vpon thy Burgonet,

3201Might I but know thee by thy housed Badge.

3202War. Now by my Fathers badge, old Neuils Crest,

3203The rampant Beare chain'd to the ragged staffe,

3204This day Ile weare aloft my Burgonet,

3205As on a Mountaine top, the Cedar shewes,

3206That keepes his leaues inspight of any storme,

3207Euen io affright thee with the view thereof.

3208Old Clif. And from thy Burgonet Ile rend thy Beare,

3209And tread it vnder foot with all contempt,

3210Despight the Bearard, that protects the Beare.

3211Yo.Clif. And so to Armes victorious Father,

3212To quell the Rebels, and their Complices.

3213Rich. Fie, Charitie for shame, speake not in spight,

3214For you shall sup with Iesu Christ to night.

3215Yo.Clif. Foule stygmaticke that's more then thou

3216canst tell.

3217Ric. If not in heauen, you'l surely sup in hell. Exeunt