The first part of the contention betwixt the two famous houses of Yorke and Lancaster with the death of the good Duke Humphrey: and the banishment and death of the Duke of Suffolke, and the tragical end of the prowd Cardinall of Winchester, with the notable rebellion of Iacke Cade: and the Duke of Yorkes first clayme to the crowne.

The first part of the Contention of the two famous Houses of Yorke and Lancaster, with the death of the good Duke Humphrey.

Enter at one doore, King Henry the sixt, and Humphrey Duke of Gloster, the Duke of Somerset, the Duke of Buckingham, Car∣dinall Bewford, and others.

Enter at the other doore, the Duke of Yorke, and the Marquesse of Suffolke, and Queene Margaret, and the Earle of Salisbury and Warwicke.

Suffolke.

AS by your high imperiall Maiesties command, I had in charge at my depart for France, As Procurator for your excellence, To marry Princes Margaret for your grace, So in the auncient famous Citie Towres, In presence of the Kings of France & Cyssile, The Dukes of Orleance, Calaber, Brittaine, and Alonson. Seuen Earles, twelue Barons, and then the reuerend Bishops, I did performe my taske and was espousde, And now, most humbly on my bended knees, In sight of England and her royall Peeres, Deliuer vp my title in the Queene, Vnto your gracious excellence, that are the substance Of that great shadow I did represent: The ha••••••••st gift that euer Marquesse gaue,

The fairest Queene that euer King possest.

King.

Suffolke arise. Welcom Queene Margaret to English Henries Court, The greatest shew of kindnesse yet we can bestow, Is this kind kisse: O gracious God of heauen, Lend me a heart repleate with thankfulnesse, For in this beauteous face thou hast bestowd A world of pleasures to my perplexed soule.

Queene.

Th'excessiue loue I beare vnto your grace, Forbids me to be lauish of my tongue, Lest I should speake more then beseemes a woman: Let this suffice, my blisse is in your liking, And nothing can make poore Margaret miserable, Vnlesse the frowne of mightie Englands King.

King.

Her lookes did wound, but now speech doth pierce, Louely Queene Margaret sit downe by my side, And vnckle Gloster, and you lordly Peeres, With one voice welcome my beloued Queene.

All.

Long liue Queene Margaret Englands happinesse.

Queene.

We thanke you all.

Sound Trumpets.

Suffolke.

My lord Protector, so it please your grace, Here are the Articles confirm'd of peace, Betweene our soueraigne and the French King Charles, Till terme of eighteene months be full expirde.

Humphrey.

Inprimis, It is agreed between the French king Charles, and William de la Poole, Marquesse of Suffolk, embas∣sador for Henry king of England, that the said Henry shal wed and espouse the lady Margaret, daughter to Raynard King of Naples, Cyssels, and Ierusalem, and crown her Queen of Eng∣land, ere the 30. of the next moneth.

Item.

It is further agreed between them, that the Dutches of Anioy and of Maine, shalbe released and deliuered ouer to the King her sa.

Duke Humprey left it fall▪

Ki.

How now vnkle, whats the matter that you stay so sodenly.

Hum.

Pardon my Lord, a sodain qualm came ouer my hart,

VVhich dimmes mine eies that I can see no more, Vnckle of Winchester I pray you reade on.

Cardinal.

Item, It is further agreed betweene them, that the Dutches of Anioy, and of Maine, shal be released and deliue∣red ouer to the King her father, and she sent ouer of the King of Englands owne proper cost and charges without dowry.

King.

They please vs well, lord Marquesse kneel down, we here create thee first Duke of Suffolke, and girt thee with the sword. Cosin of Yorke, we here discharge your grace from being Regent in the parts of France, till terme of 18 months be ful expirde.

Thankes vnckle Winchester, Gloster, Yorke, and Buckingham, Somerset, Salsbury, and Warwicke.

VVe thanke you all for this great fauour done, In entertainement to my princely Queene, Come let vs in, and with all speede prouide To see her Coronation be performde.

Exit King, Queene, and Suffolke, and Duke Humphrey staies all the rest.

Humph.

Braue Peeres of England, Pillers of the state, To you Duke Humphrey must vnfolde his griefe, VVhat did my brother Henry toyle himselfe, And waste his subiects for to conquer France▪ And did my brother Bedford spend his time To keepe in awe that stout vnruly Realme? And haue not I and mine vnckle Bewford here, Done all we could to keepe that land in peace? And is all our labors then spent in vaine, For Suffolke hethe new made duke that rules the roast, Hath giuen away for our King Henries Queene, The Dutches of Anioy and▪ same vnto her father. Ah lords, fatall is this mariage canselling our states, Reuersing Monuments of conquered France, Vndoing all, as none had nere beene done.

Card.

VVhy how now cosin Gloster, what needes this? As if our King were bound vnto your will, And might not do his will without your leaue▪

Prowd Protector, enuy in thine eies I see, The big swolne venome of thy hatefull heart, That dare presume gainst that thy soueraigne likes.

Hum.

Nay my Lord, tis not my words that troubles you, But my presence, prowd Prelate as thou art: But ile be gone, and giue thee leaue to speake, Farewell my Lords, and say when I am gone, I prophecied France would be lost ere long.

Exit Duke Humphrey.

Card.

There goes our protector in a rage, My lords, you know he is my great enemy, And though he be Protector of the land, And thereby couers his deceitfull thoughts, For well you see, if he but walke the streetes, The common people swarme about him straight, Crying, Iesus blesse your royall excellence, With, God preserue the good Duke Humphrey. And many things besides that are not knowne, Which time will bring to light in smooth Duke Humphrey, But I will after him, and if I can, Ile lay a plot to heaue him from his seate.

Exit Cardinal.

Buck.

But let vs watch this haughtie Cardinall, Cosen of Somerset, be rulde by me, Weele watch Duke Humphrey and the Cardinall too, And put them from the marke they faine would hit.

Som.

Thanks cosin Buckingham, ioyne thou with me. And both of vs with the Duke of Suffolke, Weele quickly heaue Duke Humphrey from his seate.

Buck.

Content, come let vs about it straight, For either thou or I will be P••••••••ctor.

Exit Buckingham and Somerset.

Salsb.

Pride went before, Ambition followes after, Whilst these do seeke their owne preferments thus, My lords, let vs seeke for our countries good, Oft haue I heard this haughtie Cardinal Sweare, and forsweare himselfe, and braue it out,

More like a Ruffin then a man of church. Cosen Yorke, the victories thou hast wonne, In Ireland, Normandie, and in France, Hath wonne thee immortall praise in England. And thou braue Warwicke, my thrice valiant sonne, Thy simple plainnesse and thy house-keeping, Hath wonne thee credite amongst the couunon sort, The reuerence of mine age, and Neuels name, Is of no little force if I commaund, Then let vs ioyne all three in one for this, That good Duke Humphrey may his state possesse, But wherefore weepes Warwicke my noble sonne?

War.

For griefe that all is lost that Warwicke wonne. Sonnes. Anioy and Maine, both giuen away at once,

Why Warwick did win them, & must that then which we won with our swords, be giuen away with wordes?

Yorke.

As I haue read, our Kings of England were woont to haue large dowries with their wiues, but our king Henry giues away his owne.

Salsb.

Come sonnes, away, and looke vnto the maine.

War.

Vnto the Maine, oh father, Maine is lost, VVhich Warwicke by maine force did win from France, Maine chance father you meant, but I meane Maine, Which I wil win from France, or els be slaine.

Exit Salsbury and Warwicke.

Yorke.

Anioy and Maine, both giuen vnto the French, Cold newes for me, for I had hope of France, Euen as I haue of fertill England. A day will come when Yorke shall claime his owne, And therefore I will take the Neuels parts, And make a show of loue to prowd Duke Humphrey: And when I spie aduantage, claime the Crowne, For thats the golden marke I seeke to hit: Nor shall prowd Lancaster vsurp my right, Nor hold the scepter in his childish fist, Nor weare the Diademe vpon his head, Whose church-like humors fits not for a Crowne:

Then Yorke be still a while till time do serue, Watch thou, and wake when others be asleepe, To prie into the secrets of the state, Till Henry surfeiting in ioyes of loue, With his new bride, and Englands deare bought Queene, And Humphrey with the Peeres be falne at iarres, Then will I raise aloft the milke-white Rose, With whose sweete smell the ayre shall be perfumde, And in my Standard beare the Armes of Yorke, To graffle with the house of Lancaster: And force perforce, Ile make him yeeld the Crowne, Whose bookish rule hath puld faire England downe.

Exit Yorke. Enter Duke Humphrey, and Dame Ellanor Cobham his wife.

Elnor.

Why droopes my Lord like ouer ripened corne, Hanging the head at Cearies plenteous loade? Whatseest thou Duke Humphrey King Henries Crowne? Reach at it, and if thine arme be too short, Mine shall lengthen it. Art not thou a Prince, Vnckle to the King and his Protector? Then what shouldst thou lacke that might content thy mind?

Humph.

My louely Nell, far be it from my heart, To thinke of Treasons gainst my soueraigne lord, But I was troubled with a dreame to night, And God I pray, it do betide no ill.

Elnor.

What drempt my lord? Good Humphrey tel it me, And ile interpret it, and when thats done, Ile tell thee then what I did dreame to night.

Humph.

This night when I was laid in bed, I dreampt that This my staffe mine Office badge in Court, Was broke in two, and on the ends were plac'd, 〈…〉〈…〉 of the Cardinall of Winchester, 〈…〉〈…〉 ••••lliam de la Poole first Duke of Suffolke.

Elnor.

Tush my Lord, this signifies nought but this,

That he that breakes a sticke of Glosters groue, Shall for th'offence make forfeit of his head. But now my lord, ile tell you what I dreampt, Me thought I was in the Cathedrall Church At Westminster, and seated in the chaire Where the Kings and Queenes are crownde, and at my feete Henry and Margaret with a crowne of gold, Stood ready to set it on my princely head.

Humph.

Fie Nell, ambitious woman as thou art, Art thou not second woman in this land, And the Protectors wife, belou'd of him, And wilt thou still be hammering treason thus? Away I say, and let me heare no more.

Elnor.

How now my Lord! what, angry with your Nell For telling but her dreame? the next I haue Ile keepe to my selfe and not be rated thus.

Humph.

Nay Nell, ile giue no credit to a dreame, But I would haue thee to thinke on no such things.

Enters a Messenger.

Messen.

And it please your grace the King and Queene to¦morrow morning will ride a hawking to Saint Albones, and craues your companie along with them.

Humph.

With all my heart I will attend his grace: Come Nell, thou wilt go with vs I am sure.

exit Humphrey.

Elnor.

Ile come after you, for I cannot go before, But ere it be long ile go before them all, Despight of all that seeke to crosse me thus, Who is within there?

Enter sir Iohn Hum.

VVhat sir Iohn Hum, what newes with you?

sir Iohn.

Iesus preserue your maiesty.

Elnor.

My maiestie, why man I am but grace,

sir Iohn

Yea, but by the grace of God and Hums aduise, Your graces state shall be aduanst ere long.

Elnor.

What hast thou conferd with Margery Iordane, the cunning witch of Ely, with Roger Bullinbrooke and the rest, and will they vndertake to do me good?

sir Iohn

I haue Madam, and they haue promised me to raise a spirit from the depth of vnder ground, that shall tell your grace all questions you demaund.

Elnor.

Thanks good sir Iohn, some two daies hence I gesse Will fit our time, then see that they be here: For now the King is riding to Saint Albons, And all the Dukes and Earles along with him: When they be gone, then safely they may come, And on the backside of my Orchard here, There cast their spells in silence of the night, And so resolue of the thing we wish, Till when, drinke that for my sa••••, and so farewell.

exit Elnor.

sir Iohn

Now sir Iohn Hum, no words but mum, Seale vp your lips▪ for you must silent be, These gifts ere long will make me mighty rich, The Dutches she thinkes now that all is well, But I haue gold comes from another place, From one that hyred me to set her on, To plot these treasons gainst the King and Peeres, And that is the mightie duke of Suffolke, For he it is, but I must not say so, That by my meanes must worke the Dutches fall, Who now by coniurations thinkes to raise: But whist sir Iohn, no more of that I trow, For feare you lose your head before you go.

exit. Enter two Petitioners, and Peter the Armourer's man.

1 Peti.

Come sirs, let vs linger here abouts a while, Vntill my Lord Protector come this way,

That we may shew his grace our seuerall causes.

2 Peti.

I pray God saue the good Humphries life, For but for him, a many were vndone, That can get no su••••our in the Court, But see where he comes with the Queene.

En••••r the Duke of Suffolke with the Queene, and they take him for Duke Humphrey, and giues him their writings.

1 Peti.

Oh we are vndone, this is the Duke of Suffolke.

Queen

Now good felows, whom w••••ld you speak withal?

2▪ Peti.

If it please your maiestie, with my Lord Protectors Grace.

Queene

Are your sutes to his grace? let vs see them first, Looke on them my Lord of Suffolke.

Suffolke.

A complaint ag•••••••••• the Cardinalls man, What hath he done?

2 Peti.

Mary my lord, he hath stolne away my wife, And th'are gone togither, and I know not where to find them,

Suffolk.

Hath he stolne thy wife, thats some iniury indeed, But what say you?

Peter Thump.

Mary sir I come to tell you that my master said, that 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Duke of Yorke was true heire vnto the Crowne, and that the King was an vsurer.

Queene

An vsurper thou wouldst say.

Peter

Yea forsooth an vsurper.

Queene

Didst thou say the King was an vsurper?

Peter

No forsooth, I said my master said so, th'other day when we were scowring the Duke of Yorkes armour in our garret.

Suff.

Yea mary this is something like, Who's within there?

Enter one or two.

Sirra take this fellow and keepe him close, And send out a Purseuant for his master straight, Weele heare more of this before the King.

Exit with the Armourers 〈◊〉〈◊〉.

Now sit whats yours? let me see it, VVhats here? A complaint against the Duke of Suffolke for inclosing the commons of long Melford. How now sir knaue?

1 Peti

I beseech your grace to pardon mee, I am but a messenger for the whole towne-ship

He teares the papers.

Suffolke.

So now show your pention to Duke Humphrey. Villames get ye gone, and come not neare the Court, Dare these pesants write against me thus?

exeunt Petitioners.

Queene.

My Lord of Suffolke you may see by this, The Commons loues vnto that haughtie Duke, That seekes to him more then to King Henry, VVhose eies are alwaies poring on his booke, And ne're regards the honour of his name, But still must be protected like a child, And gouerned by that ambitious Duke, That scarce will moue his cap nor speake to vs, And his prowd wife, high minded Elanor, That ruffles it with such a troope of ladies, As strangers in the Court takes her for the Queene. The other day she vaunted to her maides, That the very traine of her worst gowne, Was worth more wealth then all my fathers lands, Can any griefe of mind be like to this? I tell thee Poole when thou didst runne at Tilt, And stolst away our ladies hearts in France, I thought King Henry had beene like to thee, Or else thou hadst not brought me out of France.

Suffolk.

Madame, content your selfe a little while, As I was cause of your comming to England, So wil I in England work your ful content: And as for prowd Duke Humphrey and his wife, I haue set lime-twigs that will intangle them,

As that your grace ere long shall vnderstand. But stay madame, here comes the King.

Enter King Henry, and the Duke of York and the Duke of Somer∣set on both sides of the King, whispering with him: and enter Duke Humphrey, Dame Elnor, the Duke of Buckingham, the Earle of Salsbury, the Earle of Warwicke, and the Cardinall of Winchester.

King.

My lords, I care not who be Regent in Fraunce, or Yorke, or omerset, alls one to me.

Yorke.

My lord, if Yorke haue ill demeande himselfe, Let Somerset enioy his place, and go to France.

Som.

Then whom your grace thinke worthy, let him goe, And there be made the Regent ouer the French.

Warwicke

Whom soeuer you account worthy, Yorke is the worthiest.

Cardinall.

Peace Warwicke, giue thy betters leaue to speak.

War.

The Cardinal's not my better in the field.

Buck.

All in this place are thy betters farre.

War.

And Warwicke may liue to be the best of all.

Queen.

My lord in mine opinion, it were best that Somer∣set were regent ouer France.

Humph.

Madame, our King is old enough himselfe, To giue his answer without your consent.

Queen.

If he be bold enough, what needes your grace To be protector ouer him so long?

Humph.

Madame, I am but Protector ouer the land. And when it please his grace, I will resigne my charge.

Suffolk.

Resigne it then, for since that thou wast King, As who is King but thee? the common state Doth (as we see,) all wholy go to wracke, And millions of treasure hath beene spent, And as for the Regent ship of France, I say Somerset is more worthy than Yorke.

Yorke.

Ile tell thee Suffolke why I am not worthy, Because I cannot slatter as thou canst.

War.

And yet the worthy deedes that Yorke hath done, Should make him worthy to be honored bare.

Suff.

Peace headstrong Warwicke.

War.

Image of pride, wherefore should I peace?

Suff.

Because here is a man accusde of Treason, Pray God the Duke of Yorke do cleare himselfe. Ho, bring hither the Armourer and his man.

Enter the Armourer and his man.

If it please your grace, this fellow here, hath accused his master of high Treason, and his words were these.

That the duke of Yorke was law ful heire vnto the crowne, and that your grace was an vsurper.

Yorke

I beseech your grace let him haue what punishment the law will afford, for his villany.

King.

Come hither fellow, didst thou speake these words?

Armor.

Ant shal please your maiesty, I neuer said any such matter, God is my witnesse, I am falsly accused by this villaine here.

Peter

Tis no matter for that, you did say so.

Yorke

I beseech your grace let him haue the law.

Armor.

Alas my Lord, hang me if euer I speake these words, my accuser is my prentise, and when I did correct him for his fault the other day, he did vow vpon his knees that he would be euen with me, I haue good witnesse of this, and therefore I beseech your maiesty do not cast away an honest man for a villaines accusation.

King

Vnckle Gloster, what do you thinke of this?

Humph.

The law my Lord is this by case, it rests suspitious, That a day of combate be appointed, And there to trie each others right or wrong, Which shall be on the thirtith of this month, With Eben staues, and Standbags combating In Smithfield before your Royall Maiesty.

exit Humphrey.

Armor.

And I accept the combate willingly.

Peter

Alas my Lord, I am not able to fight.

Suff.

You must either fight sirra, or else be hangde:

Go take him hence againe to prison▪

exit with 〈◊〉〈◊〉 The Queene lets fall her gloue, and hits the Dutches of Gloster a boxe on the care.

Queene

Giue me my gloue, why minion can you not see

She strikes her.

I crie you mercy Madame, I did mistake, I did not thinke it had beene you.

Elnor.

Did you not, prowd French-woman, Could I come neare your daintie visage with my nailes, I'de set my ten commandements in your face.

King

Be pacient gentle Aunt, It was against her will.

Elnor

Against her will good King▪ sheele dandle thee, If thou wilt alwaies thus be rulde by her: But let it rest, as sure as I do liue, She shall not strike dame Elnor vnreuengde.

exit Elnor.

King

Beleeue me my loue, thou wert much too blame, I would not for a thousand pounds of gold, My noble vnckle had beene here in place.

Enter Duke Humphrey

But see where he comes, I am glad he met her non Vnckle Gloster, what answere makes your grace Concerning our Regent for the Realme of France? Whom thinkes your grace is meetest for to send?

Humph.

My gracious Lord, then this is my resolue, For that these words the Armourer doth speake, Doth breede suspition on the part of Yorke, Let Somerset be Regent ouer the French, Till trial's made, and Yorke may cleere himselfe.

King.

Then be it so my Lord of Somerset, We make your grace Regent ouer the French, And to defend our rights gainst forraine foes, And so do good vnto the Realme of France, Make haste my Lord, tis time that you were gone, The time of truce I thinke is full expirde.

Somer.

I humbly thanke your royall maiestie,

And take my leaue to poste with speede to France.

exit Somerset.

King

Come vnckle Gloster, now lets haue our horse, For we will to Saint Albones presently, Madame, your hawke, they say is swift of flight, And we will trie, how she will flie to day.

exeunt omnes. Enter Elnor, with sir Iohn Hum, Roger Bullenbrooke a Coniurer, and Margery Iourdaine a Witch.

Elnor.

Here sir Iohn take this scrole of paper here, Wherein is writ the questions you shall aske, And I will stand vpon this Tower here, And heare the spirit what it saies to you, And to my questions, write the answeres downe.

She goes vp to the Tower.

sir Iohn.

Now sirs begin and cast your spels about▪ And charme the fiends for to obey your wills, And tell Dame Elnor of the thing she askes.

Witch.

Then Roger Bullenbrooke, about thy taske, And frame a circle here vpon the earth, Whilst I thereon all prostrate on my face, Do talke and whisper with the diuells below, And coniure them for to obey my will.

She lies downe vpon her face. Bullenbrooke makes a cir••le.

Bullen

Darke night, dread night, the silence of the night, Wherein the Furies maske in hellish troupes, Send vp I charge you from Sosetus lake, The spirit Askalon to come to me, To pierce the bowells of this centricke earth, And hither come in twinckling of an eie, Askalon, Ascenda, Ascenda.

It thunders and lightens, and then the spirit riseth vp.

spirit.

Now Bullenbrooke, what wouldst thou haue me do?

Bullen.

First, of the King, what shall become of him?

spirit.

The Duke yet liues that Henry shall depose, Yet him out liue, and die a violent death.

Bullen.

What fate awaits the Duke of Suffolke▪

spirite.

By water he shall die, and take his end.

Bullen

What shall betide the Duke of Somerset?

spirit.

Let him shun castles, safer shal he be vpon the sandy plaines, where castles mounted stand. Now question me no more, for I must hence againe.

He sinkes downe againe.

Bullen.

Then downe I say, vnto the damned poole, Where Pluto in his firie waggon sits, Riding amidst the singde and parched smoakes, The Rode of Dytas by the riuer Styx, There howle and burne for euer in those flames, Rise Iordane, rise, and stay thy charming spells: Sonnes, we are betraide.

Enter the Duke of Yorke, and the duke of Buckingham and others.

Yorke

Come sirs, lay hands on them, and bind them sure, This time was well watcht: what Madame, are you there? This will be great credit for your husband, That you are plotting treasons thus with Coniurers, The King shall haue a notice of this thing.

exit Elnor aboue.

Buck.

See here my Lord what the diuell hath writ.

Yorke

Giue it me my Lord, ile shew it to the King: Go sirs, see them fast lockt in prison.

exit with them.

Buck.

My Lord, I pray you let me go poste vnto the King, Vnto Saint Albones, to tell this newes.

Yorke

Content▪ away then, about it straight.

Buck.

Farewell my Lord.

exit Buckingham.

Yorke

Who's within there?

Enter one.

One.

My Lord.

Yorke

Sitra, go will the Earle of Salsbury and Warwicke▪ to sup with me to night.

exit Yorke

One

I will my lord.

exit. Enter the King and Queene with her hawke on her fift, and Duke Humphrey and Suffolke, and the Cardinall, as if they came from hawking.

Queene

My lord, how did your grace like this last flight? But as I cast her off the wind did rise, And twas ten to one old Ione had not gone out.

King

How wonderfull the Lords workes are on earth▪ Euen in these seely creatures of his hands! Vnckle Gloster, how hie your hawke did soare, And on a sodain sowst the partridge downe.

Suff

No maruel, if it please your maiestie, My lord Protectors hawke doe towre so well, He knowes his master loues to be aloft.

Hum.

Faith my Lord it is but a base mind, That can soare no higher then a Faulcons pitch.

Card.

I thought your grace would be aboue the clowdes.

Hum.

Yea my lord Cardinall, were it not good Your grace could flie to heauen.

Card.

Thy heauen is on earth, thy words and thoughts beat on a crowne, prowd Protector, dangerous Peere, to smooth it thus with King and common-wealth.

Hum.

How now my lord, why this is more then needes, church-men so hote! good vnckle can you dote?

Suff.

Why not? hauing so good a quarrel, and so bad a cause.

Hum.

As how, my lord?

Suff.

As you, my lord, and it like your Lordly lords Protectorship.

Hum.

Why Suffolke, England knowes thy insolence.

Queen

And thy ambition Gloster.

King.

Cease gentle Queene, and whet not on these furious Lords to wrath, for blessed are the peace-makers on earth.

Card.

Let me be blessed for the peace I make, Against this prowd Protector with my sword.

Hum.

Faith holy vnckle, I would it were come to that.

Card.

Euen when thou darest.

Hum.

Dare! I tell thee Priest, Plantagenets could neuer brooke the dare

Card.

I am Plantaganet as well as thou, and son to Iohn of Gaunt.

Hum.

In Bastardie.

Card.

I scorne thy words.

Hum.

Make vp no factious▪ numbers, but euen in thine own person meete me at the East end of the groue.

Card.

Heres my hand, I will.

King

Why how now Lords?

Card.

Faith cosin Gloster, had not your man cast off so soon, we had had more sport to day, come with thy sword and buckler.

Hum.

Faith priestile shaue your crowne.

Card.

Protector, protect thy selfe well.

King

The wind growes high, so doth your color, lords.

Enter one crying, a myracle.

How now! now sirra, what miracle is it?

One

And it please your grace, there is a man that came blind to saint Albons, and hath receiued his fignt at his shrine.

King

Go fetch him hither, that we may glorifie the Lord with him.

Enter the Mayor of saint Albons, and his brethren with musicke, bearing the man that had beene blind, betweene two in a chaire.

King

Thou happy man giue God eternall praise, For he it is that thus hath helped thee.

Humphrey

Where wast thou borne?

poore man

At Barwicke sir, in the North.

Hum.

At Barwicke and come thus far for help?

poore.

Yea sir, it was told me in my sleepe, That sweet saint Albons, should giue me my sight againe.

Hum.

What art thou lame too?

Poore man

Yea indeed sir, God help me.

Humphrey

How cam••st thou lame?

Poore man

With falling off on a plum-tree.

Humphrey

Wart thou blind, and would clime plum-trees?

Poore man

Neuer but once sir in all my life, My wife did long for plums.

Humphrey

But tell me, wart thou borne blind?

Poore man

Yea truly sir.

Woman.

Yea indeed sir, he was borne blind.

Humphrey

What art thou, his mother?

Woman

His wife sir.

Humphrey

Hadst thou beene his mother, Thou couldst haue better told: Why let me see I thinke thou canst not see yet.

Poore man

Yes truly master, as cleere as day.

Humphrey

Saist thou so! what colour's his cloake?

Poore man

Why red maister, as red as bloud.

Humphrey

And his cloake?

Poore man

Why thats greene.

Humphrey

And what colour's his hose?

Poore man

Yellow maister, yellow as gold.

Humphrey

And what colours my gowne?

Poore man

Blacke sir, as blacke as ieat.

King

Then belike he knowes what colour ieat is on.

Suffolke

And I think ieat did he neuer see.

Humph.

But cloakes and gownes ere this day many a one▪ But tell me sirra, what's my name?

Poore man

Alas master I know not.

Humphrey

Whats his name?

Poore man

I know not.

Humphrey

Nor his?

poore.

No truly sir.

Hum.

Nor his name?

poore.

No indeed master.

Hum.

Whats thine owne name?

poore.

Sander, and it please you maister.

Hum.

Then Sander sit there, the lyingest knaue in Chri∣stendome.

If thou hadst been borne blind, thou mightst aswell haue knowne all our names, as thus to name the seuerall co∣lours we do weare. Sight may distinguish of colours but so∣dainly to nominate them all it is impossible. My lords, same Al∣bons here hath done a miracle, and would you not thinke his cunning to be great, that could restore this cripple to his legs againe?

poore man

Oh maister I would you could.

Humphrey

My maisters of Saint Albons, Haue you not Beadles in your Towne, And things called whips?

Mayor

Yes my lord, if it please your grace.

Hum.

Then send for one presently

Mayor

Sirra go fetch the Beadle hither straight.

exit one.

Hum.

Now fetch me a stoole hither by and by. Now sirra, if you meane to saue your selfe from whipping. Leape me ouer this stoole, and runne away.

Enter Beadle.

poore.

Alas master I am not able to stand alone, You go about to torture me in vaine.

Hum.

Well sir, we must haue you find your legs, Sirra Beadle, whip him til he leape ouer that same stoole.

Beadle

I will my Lord, come on sirra, off with your doublet quickly.

poore.

Alas master, what shall I do? I am not able to stand.

After the beadle hath hit him one girke, he leapes ouer the stoole and runs away, and they run after him, crying, a miracle, a miracle.

Hum.

A miracle, a miracle, let him be taken againe, and whipt through euery market Towne till he comes at Barwicke where he was borne.

Maior

It shal be done my Lord.

exit Mayor.

Suff.

My lord Protector hath done wonders to day, He hath made the blind to see and the halt to go.

Hum.

Yea but you did greater wonders, when you made whole Dukedomes flie in a day.

Witnesse France.

King

Haue done I say, and let me heare no more of that.

Enter the Duke of Buckingham.

What newes brings Duke Humphrey of Buckingham?

Buck▪

Ill newes for some my lord, and this it is, That prowd dame Elnor our Protectors wife, Hath plotted Treasons gainst the King and Peeres, By witchcrafts, sorceries, and coniurings, Who by such meanes did raise a spirit vp, To tell her what hap should betide the state, But ere they had finisht their diuellish drift, By Yorke and my selfe they were all surprizde, And heres the answer the diuell did make to them.

King

First of the King, what shall become of him?

Reads

The Duke yet liues, that Henry shall depose, Yet him out liue, and die a violent death, Gods wil be done in all: What fate awaits the Duke of Suffolke? By water shall he die and take his end.

Suff.

By water must the duke of Suffolke diet It must be so, or els the diuell doth lie.

King

Let Somerset shun castles, For safer shall he be vpon the sandy plaines, Then where castles mounted stand.

Car.

Heres good stuffe: how now my lord protector? This newes I thinke hath turnde your weapons point, I am in doubt youle scarcely keepe your promise.

Humph.

Forbeare ambitious prelate to vrge my griefe, And pardon me my gracious soueraigne, For here I sweare vnto your maiesty, That I am guiltlesle of these hainous crimes, Which my ambitious wife hath falsly done: And for she would betray her soueraigne lord, There renounce her from my bed and boord, And leaue her open for the law to iudge, Vnlesse she cleere her selfe of this foule deed.

King

Come my lords this night weele lodge in S. Albons,

And to morrow we will ride to London, And trie the vtmost of these treasons forth, Come vnkle Gloster along with vs, My mind doth tell me thou art innocent.

exeunt omnes. Enter the Duke of Yorke, and the Earles of Salsbury and Warwicke.

Yorke

My lords, our simple supper ended, thus Let me reueale vnto your honors here, The right and title of the house of Yorke, To Englands Crowne by lineall descent.

War.

Then Yorke begin, and if thy claime be good, The Neuills are thy subiects to commaund.

Yorke

Then thus my lords. Edward the third had seuen sonnes, The first was Edward the blacke Prince, Prince of Wales. The second was Edmund of Langley, Duke of Yorke. The third was Lyonell Duke of Clarence. The fourth was Iohn of Gaunt, The Duke of Lancaster. The fifth was Roger Mortemer, Earle of March. The sixt was sir Thomas of Woodstocke. William of Winsore was the seuenth and last.

Now, Edward the black prince he died before his father, & left behinde him Richard, that afterwards was King, crowned by the name of Richard the second, and he died without an heire. Edmund of Langly duke of Yorke died, and left behind him two daughters, Anne and Elinor.

Lyonel duke of Clarence died, and left behind, Alice, Anne, and Elinor, that was after married to my father, and by her I claime the Crowne, as the true heyre to Lyonell Duke of Clarence the third sonne to Edward the third. Now sir. In the time of Richards raigne, Henry of Bullenbrooke, sonne

and heire to Iohn of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster, fourth son to Edward the third▪ he claimde the crown, deposde the mirth∣ful King, and as you both know, in Pomphret Castle harmles Richard was shamefully murthered, and so by Richards death came the house of Lancaster vnto the Crowne.

Sals.

Sauing your tale my lord, as I haue heard, in the raigne of Bullenbrook, the Duke of York did claime the Crown, and but for Owen Glendor, had bin King.

Yorke

True, but so it fortuned then, by meanes of that mon∣strous rebell Glendor, the noble Duke of Yorke was done to death, and so euer since the heires of Iohn of Gaunt haue pos∣sessed the Crowne. But if the issue of the elder should succeed before the issue of the yonger then am I lawfull heire vnto the kingdome.

War.

What plaine proceedings can be more plaine? he claimes it from Lyonel duke of Clarence, the third son to Ed∣ward the third, and Henry from Iohn of Gaunt the fourth son. So that til Lyonels issue failes, his should not raigne. It fails not yet, but flourisheth in thee and in thy sons, braue slips of such a stocke. Then noble father, kneele we both togither, and in this priuate place be we the first to honor him with birth-right to the Crowne.

Both:

Long liue Richard Englands royall King.

Yorke

I thank you both: but lords, I am not your king, vntil this sword be sheathed euen in the heart bloud of the house of Lancaster.

War.

Then Yorke aduise thy selfe, and take thy time, Claime thou the Crowne, and set thy standard vp, And in the same aduance the milke-white Rose, And then to guard it▪ I wil rouse the Beare, Inuiron'd with ten thousand ragged-staues To aide and help thee for to win thy right, Maugre the proudest lords of Henries bloud, That dares deny the right and claime of Yorke, For why, my mind presageth I shall liue To see the noble Duke of Yorke to be a King.

Yorke.

Thanks noble Warwick, and York doth hope to see

The Earle of Warwicke liue, to be the greatest man in Eng∣land▪ but the King. Come lets goe.

exeunt omnes. Enter King Henry and the Queene, Duke Humphrey, the Duke of Suffolke▪ and the Duke of Buckingham, the Cardinal, and dame Elnor Cobham, led with the Officers, and then enter to them the Duke of Yorke, and the Earles of Salsbury and Warwicke.

King

Stand forth dame Elnor Cobham dutches of Gloster, & heare the sentence pronounced against thee for these trea∣sons, that thou hast committed gainst vs, our States, and Peers. First; for thy haynous crimes, thou shalt two daies in London do penance barefoot in the streetes, with a white sheete about thy bodie, & a wax taper burning in thy hand: that done, thou shaltbe banished for euer into the Ile of Man, there to end thy wretched daies, and this is our sentence irreuocable. Away with her.

Elnor Euen to my death, for I haue liued too long. exeunt some with Elnor.

King

Grieue not noble vnckle, but be thou glad, In that these treasons thus are come to light, Lest God had pourde his vengeance on thy head, For her offences that thou heldst so deare.

Humph.

Oh gracious Henry, giue me leaue awhile, To leaue your grace, and to depart away. For sorrowes teares hath gripte my aged heart, And makes the fountaines of mine eies to swell, And therefore good my Lord let me depart.

King

With all my heart good vnckle, when you please, Yet ere thou goest, Humphrey resigne thy staffe, For Henry will be no more protected, The Lord shal be my guide, both for my land and me.

Humph.

My staffe, yea noble Henry, my life and all, As erst thy noble father made it mine, And euen at willing at thy feet I leaue it, As others would ambitiously receiue it, And long hereafter when I am dead and gone, May honourable peace attend thy throne.

King

Vnkle Gloster, stand vp and go in peace,

No lesse beloued of vs, then when Thou wert Protector ouer my land.

exit Gloster.

Queene

Take vp the staffe, for here it ought to stand, Where should it be but in King Henries hand?

Yorke

Please it your maiestie, this is the day That was appointed for the combating, Betweene the Armourer and his man, my Lord, And they are ready when your grace doth please.

King

Then call them forth, that they may try their rights.

Enter at one doore the Armourer and his neighbours, drinking to him so much that he is drunken, and he enters with a drum be∣fore him, and his staffe with a sand-bagge fastened to is: and at the other doore, his man with a drum and sand-bag, and Pren∣tises drinking to him.

1 Neighbor

Here neighbor Horner, I drink to you in a cup of sack. And feare not neighbor, you shall do well enough.

2 Neigh.

And here neighbor, heres a cup of Charneco.

3 Neigh.

Heres a pot of good double beere, neighbour drinke and be mery, and feare not your man.

Armonrer

Let it come, yfaith Ile pledge you all, And a fig for Peter.

1 Prentise

Here Peter, I drinke to thee, and be not affeard

2 Pren.

Here Peter, heres a pint of Claret wine for thee▪

3 Pren.

And heres a quart for me, and be mery Peter, And feare not thy maister, fight for credit of the prentises.

Peter

I thanke you all, but Ile drinke no more, Here Robin, and if I die, here I giue thee my hammer, And Will, thou shalt haue my aperne, and here Tom, Take all my mony that I haue.

O Lord blesse me, I pray God, for I am neuer able to deale with my master, he hath learnd so much fence already.

Salsb.

Come leaue your drinking, and fall to blowes: Sirra whats thy name?

Peter

Peter forsooth.

Salsb.

Peter, what more?

Peter.

Thump.

Salsb.

Thump, then see that thou thump thy master.

Arm.

Here to thee neighbor, fil al the pots againe, for be∣fore we fight, look you, I will tell you my mind, for I am come hither, as it were of mans instigation, to proue my selfe an ho∣nest man, & Peter a knaue, & so haue at you Peter, with down right blowes, as Beuis of Southampton fell vpon Askapart.

Peter

Law you now, I told you hees in his fence already. Alarme: and Peter hits him on the head and fels him

Arm.

Hold Peter, I confesse, treason, treason.

he dies.

Peter

O God I giue thee praise.

he kneeles downe.

Pren.

Ho well done Peter: God saue the King.

King

Go take hence that triator from our sight, For by his death we do perceiue his guilt, And God in iustice hath reueald to vs, The truth and innocence of this poore fellow, Which he had thought to haue murthered wrongfully: Come fellow follow vs for thy reward.

exeunt 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Enter Duke Humphrey and his men, in mourning cloakes.

Humph.

Sirra, what's a clocke?

seruing.

Almost ten my Lord.

Humph.

Then is that wofull houre hard at hand, That my poore lady should come by this way. In shamefull penance wandring in the streetes, Sweete Nell, ill can thy noble mind abrooke, The abiect people gazing on thy face, With enuious lookes laughing at thy shame, That earst did follow thy proud Chariot wheeles, When thou didst ride in triumph through the streetes.

Enter Dame Elnor Cobham barefoote, and a white sheete about her, with a waxe candle in her hand, and verses writen on her back and pind on, and accompanied with the Shiriffes of London, and sir Iohn Standly, and officers, with billes and holbards.

Seruing.

My gracious Lord, see where my lady comes, Please it your grace, weele take her from the Shiriffes?

Humph.

I charge you for your lines stir not a foote, Nor offer once to draw a weapon here, But let them do their office as they should.

Elnor

Come you my Lord to see my open shame? Ah Gloster, now thou doest penance too, See how the giddie people looke at thee, Shaking their heads, and pointing at thee here, Go get thee gone, and hide thee from their sights▪ And in thy pent vp studie rue my shame, And ban thine enemies: Ah mine and thine.

Hum.

Ah Nell, sweet Nell, forget this extreame griefe, And beare it patiently to ease thy heart

Elnor

Ah Gloster, teach me to forget my selfe, For whilst I thinke I am thy wedded wife, Then thought of this, doth kill my wofull heart, The ruthlesse flints do cut my tender feete, And when I start, the cruell people laugh, And bids me be aduised how I tread, And thus with burning Tapor in my hand, Malde vp in shame with papers on my backe, Ah Gloster, can I endure this and liue? Sometime Ile say I am Duke Humphreys wife, And he a Prince, Protector of the land, But so he rulde, and such a Prince he was, As he stood by, whilst I his forlorne Dutches, Was led with shame, and made a laughing stocke, To euery idle rascall follower.

Hum.

My louely Nell, what wouldst thou haue me do▪ Should I attempt to reseue thee from hence, I should incurre the danger of the law, And thy disgrace would not be shadowed so.

Elnor

Be thou milde, and stir not at my disgrace, Vntill the axe of death hang ouen thy head, As shortly sure it will: For Suffolke he, The new made Duke▪ that may do al in all With her that loues him so, and hates vs all, And impious Yorke and Beuiford that false priest,

Haue all lymde bushes to betray thy wings, And flie thou how thou can they will intangle thee.

Enter a Herald of Armes.

Herald.

I summon your grace, vnto his highnes Parlament holden at saint Edmunds bury, the first of the next month.

Humph.

A Parlament and our consent neuer craude Therein before. This is so deine. Well, we will be there.

exit Herald. Maister Shiriffe, I pray proceede no further against my lady, then the course of law extends.

Shiriffe

Please it your grace, my office here doth end, And I must deliuer her to sir Iohn Standly, To be conducted into the Ile of Man.

Humph.

Must you sir Iohn conduct my lady?

Standly

Yea my gracious lord, for so it is decreede, And I am so commaunded by the King.

Humph.

I pray you sir Iohn, vse her nere the worse, In that I intreat you to vse her well, The world may smile againe, and I may liue▪ To do you fauor if you do it her, And so sir Iohn farewell.

Elnor

What? gone my lord, and bid not me farewell?

Hum.

Witnesse my bleeding heart, I cannot stay to speake.

exit Humphrey and his men.

Elnor

Then is he gone, is noble Gloster gone, And doth duke Humphrey now forsake me too? Then let me haste from out faire Englands boundes, Com•• Standloy, come, and let vs haste away.

Standly

Madame, lets go vnto some house here by. Where you may shift yourselfe before we goe.

Elnor

Ah good sir Iohn▪ my shame cannot be hid, Nor put away, with casting off my sheete: But come, let vs go, master Shiriffe farewell, Thou hast but done thy office as thou shouldst.

exeunt omnes

Enter to the Parlament.

Enter two Heralds before, then the Duke of Buckingham, and the

Duke of Suffolke, and then the Duke of Yorke, and the Cardi∣nall of Winchester, and then the King and Queene and then the Earle of Salisbury, and the Earle of Warwicke.

King

I wonder our vnckle Gloster staies so long.

Queene

Can you not see, or will you not perceiue, How that ambitious duke doth vse himselfe? The time hath beene, but now that time is past, That none so humble as Duke Humphrey was: But now let one meete him euen in the mome, When euery one will giue the time of day, And he will neither moue nor speake to vs, See you not the Commons follow him In troupes, crying, God saue the good Duke Humphrey, And with long life Iesus preserue his grace, Honoring him as if he were a King: Gloster is no little man in England, And if he list to stir commotions, Tis likely that the people will follow him: My lord, if you imagine, there is no such thing▪ Then let it passe, and call it a womans feare, My lord of Suffolke, Buckingham, and Yorke, Disproue my allegations if you can, And by your speeches, if you can reproue me, I will subscribe and say, I wrong de the Duke.

Suffolke

Well hath your grace foreseene into that Duke, And if I had beene licenst first to speake, I thinke I should haue told your graces tale, Smooth runs the brooke whereas the streame is deepest▪ No, no my soueraigne▪ Gloster is a man Vnsounded yet, and full of deepe deceit.

Enter the Duke of Somerset.

King

Welcome Lord Somerset, what newes from France▪

Somer.

Cold newes my lord, and this it is, That all your holds and Townes within those Territories. Is ouer come my Lord, and all is lost.

King

Cold newes indeede Lord Somerset, But Gods will be done.

Yorke

Cold newes for me, for I had hope of France, Euen as I haue of fertill England.

Enter Duke Humphrey.

Humph.

Pardon my liege, that I haue staid so long.

Suffolke.

Nay Gloster, know, that thou art come too soon, Vnlesse thou proue more loyall then thou art, We do arrest thee on high treason here.

Humph.

Why Suffolkes duke thou shalt not see me blush Nor change my countenance for thine arrest, Whereof am I guiltie, who are my accusers?

York.

Tis thought my lord, your grace tooke bribes from France, And stopt the souldiers of their pay, By which his maiestie hath lost all France.

Humph.

Is it but thought so, and who are they that think so? So God help me, as I haue watcht the night, Euer intending good for England still, That pennie that euer I tooke from France, Be brought against me at the iudgement day, I neuer robd the souldiers of their pay, Many a pound of mine owne proper cost Haue I sent ouer for the souldiers wants, Because I would not racke the needie Commons.

Car.

In your Protectorship you did deuise, Strange torments for offendors, by which meanes England hath beene defamde by tyrannie.

Hum.

Why tis well knowne that whilst I was protector, Pittie was all the fault that was in me: A murtherer, or foule felonious theefe, That robs and murthers seely passengers, I torturd aboue the rate of common law.

Suffolke.

Tush my lord, these be things of no account▪ But greater matters are laid vnto your charge, I do arrest thee on high treason here, And commit thee to my good Lord Cardinall, Vntill such time as thou canst cleere thy selfe.

King

Good vnckle obey to his arrest, I haue no doubt but thou shalt cleere thy selfe,

My conscience tels me thou are innocent.

Humph.

Ah gracious Henry these daies are dangerous, And would my death might end these miseries, And stay their moodes for good King Henries sake, But I am made the Prologue to their play, And thousands more must follow after me, That dreads not yet their liues destruction, Suffolkes hatefull tongue blabs his hearts malice. Gewfords firie eies shewes his enuious mind, Buckinghams prowd lookes bewraies his cruel thoughts, And dogged Yorke that leuells at the Moone. Whose ouerweening arme I haue held backe: All you haue ioynd to betray me thus: And you my gracious lady, and Soueraigne mistris, Causelesse haue laid complaints vpon my head, I shall not want false witnesses inow, That so amongst you, you may haue my life. The prouerb no doubt will be well performde, A staffe is quickly found to beate a dog.

Suffolke

Doth he not twit our Soueraigne lady here, As if that shee with ignominious wrong, Had subornd or hyred some to sweare against his life?

Queene

Yea but I can giue the loser leaue to speake.

Humph.

Far truer spoke then ment, I loose indeed, Beshrew the winners hearts, they play me false.

Buck.

Heele wrest the sence and keep vs here al day, My Lord of Winchester see him sent away.

Card.

Who's within there? take in Duke Humphrey, And see him garded sure within my house.

Humph.

O! thus king Henry casts away his crouch, Before his legs can beare his body vp, And puts his watchfull shepheard from his side, Whilst wolues stand snarring who shal bite him first. Farewel my soueraigne, long maist thou enioy, Thy fathers happie daies free from annoy.

Exit Humphrey, with the Cardinals men.

King

My lords, what to your wisedomes shall seeme best,

Do and vndo, as if our selfe were here.

Queene

What wil your highnesse leaue the Parlament?

King

Yea Margaret, my heart is killed with griefe, Where I may sit and sigh in endlesse mone, For who's a traitor? Gloster he is none.

exit King, Salsbury, and Warwicke.

Queene

Then sit we downe againe my lord Cardinall, Suffolke, Buckingham, Yorke and Somerset, Let vs consult of prowd duke Humphries fall, In mine opinion it were good he dide, For safetie of our King and common wealth.

Suffolke

And so thinke I madame, for as you know. If our King Henry had shooke hands with death, Duke Humphrey then would looke to be our King, And it may be, by pollicie he workes, To bring to passe the thing which now we doubt, The foxe barkes not when he would steale the lamb, But if we take him ere he do the deede, We should not question, if that he should liue, No, let him die, in that he is a foxe, Lest that in liuing he offend vs more.

Car.

Then let him die before the Commons know, For feare that they do rise in Armes for him.

York

Then do it sodainly my Lords.

Suff.

Let that be my lord Cardinalls charge and mine.

Car.

Agreed, for hee's already kept within my house.

Enter a Messenger.

Queene

How now sirra, what newes?

Messen.

Madame, I bring you newes from Ireland, The wilde Onele my lord, is vp in Armes, With troupes of Irish Kernes that vncontrold, Do plant themselues within the English pale, And burne and spoile the Country as they go.

Queen

What redresse shall we haue for this my Lords?

Yorke

Twere very good, that my Lord of Somerset That fortunate champion were sent ouer. To keepe in awe the stubborne Irishmen,

He did so much good when he was in France.

Somer.

Had Yorke beene there with all his far fetcht Pollicies he might haue lost as much as I.

Yorke

Yea, for Yorke would haue lost his life▪ before That should haue reuolted from Englands rule.

Somer.

Yea, so thou might'st, and yet haue gouernd worse then I.

Yorke

What worse then nought, then a shame take all.

Somer.

Shame on thy selfe, that wisheth shame.

Queene

Somerset for beare, good Yorke be patient, And do thou take in hand to crosse the seas, With troupes of armed men to quell the pride, Of those ambitious Irish that rebell.

Yorke.

Well Madame, sith your grace is so content, Let me haue some bands of chosen souldiers, And Yorke shall trie his fortune gainst those Kernes.

Queene

Yorke thou shalt, my lord of Buckingham, Let it be your charge to muster vp such souldiers, As shall suffice him in these needfull warres.

Buck.

Madame I wil, and leuie such a band As soone shal ouercome those Irish rebells: But Yorke, where shal those souldiers stay for thee?

Yorke

At Bristow, I will expect them ten daies hence.

Buck.

Then thither shall they come, and so farewell.

exit Buckingham.

Yorke

Adiew my Lord of Buckingham.

Queene

Suffolke remember what you haue to do, And you Lord Cardinal concerning Duke Humphrey. Twere good that you did see to it in time. Come let vs go, that it may be performde.

exeunt omnes, manet Yorke.

Yorke

Now Yorke bethinke thy selfe and rouse thee vp, Take time whilst it is offered thee so faire, Lest when thou wouldst, thou canst not it attaine, Twas men I lackt, and now they giue them me, And now whilst I am busie in Ireland, I haue seduede a head strong Kentish man, Iohn Cade of Ashford,

Vnder the title of sir Iohn Mortimer, To raise commotion, and by that meanes, I shall perceiue how the common people, Do affect the claime and house of Yorke, Then if he haue successe in his affaires, From Ireland then comes Yorke againe, To reape the haruest which that coystril sowed, Now if he should be taken and condemnd, Heele nere confesse that I did set him on, And therefore ere I go, ile send him word, To put in practise and to gather head, That so soone as I am gone, he may begin To rise in Armes with troupes of country swaines: To help him to performe this enterprize, And then Duke Humprhey, he well made away, None then can stop the light to Englands crowne, But York can tame and headlong pul them down.

exit York.

Then the curtaines being drawne, Duke Humphrey is discouered in his bed, and two men lying on his brest and smothering him in his bed: and then enter the Duke of Suffolke to them.

Suff.

How now sirs, what haue you dispatcht him?

One.

Yea my Lord, he is dead I warrant you.

Suff.

Then see the clothes laid smooth about him stil, That when the King comes, he may perceiue No other, but that he dide of his owne accord.

2

All things is hansome now my Lord.

Suff.

Then draw the curtaines againe, and get you gone, And you shal haue your firm reward anon

exeunt murderers.

Then enter the King and Queene, the Duke of Buckingham, and the Duke of Somerset, and the Cardinall.

King

My lord of Suffolke go call our vnckle Gloster, Tell him, this day we will that he do cleare himselfe.

Suff.

I will my Lord.

exit Suffolke.

King.

And good my lords, proceed no further against our vn∣kle Gloster, Then by iust proofe you can affirme,

For as the sucking child or harmlesse lamb, So is he innocent of treason to our state.

Enter Suffolke.

How now Suffolke, where's our vnckle?

Suff.

Dead in his bed, my Lord, Gloster is dead.

The King falls in a swoone.

Queene

Ay me, the King is dead: help, help, my lords

Suff.

Comfort my Lord, gracious Henry, comfort.

King

What doth my Lord of Suffolke bid me comfort? Came he euen now to sing a Rauens note, And thinkes he that the cherping of a Wren, By crying comfort through a hollow voice, Can satissie my griefes, or ease my heart? Thou balefull messenger, out of my sight, For euen in thy eie-balls murther sits, Yet do not go: come Basaliske And kill the seely gazer with thy lookes.

Queene

Why do you rate my lord of Suffolke thus, As if that he had causde Duke Humphreys death? The Duke and I too, you know were enemies, And you had best say that I did murther him.

King

Ah woe is me, for wretched Glosters death.

Queene

Be wee for me, more wretched then he was, What dost thou turne away and hide thy face? I am no loathsome leaper, looke on me, Was I for this nie wrackt vpon the sea? And thrice by aukward winds driuen backe from Englands bounds, What might it bode but that well foretelling Winds said, secke not a scorpions neast.

Enter the Earles of Warwicke and Salsbury.

War.

My lord, the Commons like an angry hiue ofbees, Run vp and downe, caring not whom they sting, For good Humphreys death, whom they report To be murthered by Suffolke and the Cardinal here.

King

That he is dead (good Warwicke) is too true, But how he died, God knowes, not Henry.

War.

Enter his priuy chamber my lord, and view the body.

Good father stay you with the rude multitude til I returne.

Salsb.

I will sonne.

exit Salsbury. Warwicke drawes the curtaines and shewes Duke Humphrey in his bed.

King

Ah vnckle Gloster, heauen receiue thy soule, Farewell poore Henries ioy, now thou art gone.

War.

Now by his soule, that tooke our shape vpon him▪ To free vs from his fathers dreadful curse, I am resolu'd that violent hands were laid, Vpon the life of this famous Duke.

Suff.

A dreadfull oath sworne with a solemne tongue, What instance giues Lord Warwicke for these wordes?

War.

Oft haue I seene a timely parted ghost, Of ashie semblance, pale and bloudlesse: But loe, the bloud is setled in the face, More better coloured, then when he liude, His well proportioned beard made rough and sterne, His fingers spread abroad as one that graspt for life, Yet was by strength surprisde, the least of these are probable, It cannot chuse but he was murthered.

Queene

Suffolke and the Cardinall had him in charge. And they I trust sir, are no murtherers.

War.

Yea, but twas well knowne they were not his friends, And tis well seene he found some enemies.

Card.

But haue you no greater proofes then these?

War.

Who sees a heifer dead and bleeding fresh, And sees hard by a butcher with an axe, But wil suspect twas he that made the slaughter? Who finds the partrige in the puttockes neast, But will imagine how the bird came there, Although the Kite soare with vnbloudy beake? Euen so suspitious is this Tragedie.

Queene

Are you the Kite Bewford, where's your talants? Is Suffolke the butcher, where's his Knife?

Suff.

I weare no Knife to slaughter sleeping men, But heres a vengefull sword rusted with case, That shall be scoured in his 〈…〉〈…〉 heart,

That slanders me with murthers crimson badge, Say if thou dare prowd Lord of Warwickshire, That I am guilty in Duke Humphreys death.

exit Cardinall.

War.

What dares not Warwick, if false Suffolk dare him▪

Queene

He dares not calme his contumelious spirit, Nor cease to be an arrogant controwler, Though Suffolke dare him twentie hundreth times.

War.

Madame be ye still, with reuerence may I say it, That euery word you speake in his defence, Is slaunder to your royall maiestie.

Suff.

Blunt witted lord, ignoble in thy words, If euer Lady wrongd her lord so much, Thy mother tooke vnto her blamefull bed, Some sterne vntutred churle, and noble stocke, Was graft with crab-tree slip, whose fruite thou art, And neuer of the Neuils noble race.

War.

But that the guilt of murther bucklers thee, And I should rob the deaths man of his fee, Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames, And that my soueraignes presence makes me mute, I would false murtherous coward on thy knees, Make thee craue pardon for thy passed speech, And say it was thy mother that thou meantst, That thou thy selfe wast borne in bastardy, And after all this fearefull homage done, Giue thee thy hyre, and send thy soule to hell, Pernitious bloud-sucker of sleeping men.

Suff.

Thou shouldst be waking whilst I shead thy bloud, If from this presence thou dare go with me.

War.

Away euen now, or I will drag thee hence.

Warwicke pulls him out. Exit Warwicke and Suffolke, and then all the Commons within, cries, downe with Suffolke, downe with Suffolke. And then enter againe the duke of Suffolke and War∣wicke, with their weapons drawne.

King

Why how now lords?

Suff.

The traiterous Warwicke with the men of Berry, Set al vpon me, mightie soueraigne.

The commons againe cries downe with Suffolke, downe with Suffolke. And enter from them the Earle of Sa∣lisbury.

Salsb.

My Lord, the Commons sends you word by me, That vnlesse false Suffolk here be done to death, Or banished faire Englands territories, That they will erre from your highnesse person, They say, by him the good Duke Humphrey died, They say, by him they feare the ruine of the Realme: And therefore, if you loue your subiects weale, They wish you to banish him from forth the land.

Suff.

Indeed tis like the Commons rude vnpolisht hinds, Would send such message to their soueraigne, But you my lord were glad to be imployd. To trie how quaint an Orator you were, But all the honor Salsbury hath got, Is, that he was the Lord Embassadour, Sent from a sort of tinkars to the King.

The Commons cries, an answere from the King, my Lord of Salsbury.

King

Good Salsbury go backe againe to them. Tell them we thanke them for all their louing care, And had not I beene cited thus by their meanes, My selfe had done it: therefore here I sweare, If Suffolke be found to breathe in any place, Where I haue rule, but three daies more, he dies.

exit Salsbury.

Queene.

Oh Henry, reuerse the doome of gentle Suffolkes banishment.

King

Vngentle Queene, to cal him gentle Suffolke, Speake not for him, for in England he shall not rest, If I say, I may relent, but if I sweare it is irreuocable: Come Warwicke, and go thou in with me, For I haue great matters to impart to thee.

exit King and Warwicke, manet Queene and Suffolke.

Queene

Hell fire and vengeance go along with you, Theres two of you, the diuell make the third, Fre womanish man, canst thou not curse thy enemies?

Suff.

A plague vpon them: wherefore should I curse them? Could curses kill as do the Mandrakes groanes, I would inuent as many bitter termes, Deliuered strongly through my fixed teeth, With twice so many signes of deadly hate, As leane facde Enuy in her loathsome caue, My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words, Mine etes should sparkle like the beaten slint, My haire be fixt on end, as one distraught, And euery ioynt should seeme to curse and ban, And now me thinkes my burthened heart would breake. Should I not curse them: poison be their drinke, Gall, worse then gall, the daintiest thing they taste, Their sweetest shade, a groue of sypris trees, Their softest touch, as smart as lyzards stings, Their musique frightfull, like the serpents hisse. And boding scrike-owles make the consort full, All the foule terrors in darke seated hell.

Queene.

Enough sweete Suffolke, thou tormentst thy self.

Suffolke

You bade me ban, and will you bid me ceased Now by this ground that I am banisht from, Well could I curse away a winters night, And standing naked on a mountaine top, Where biting cold would neuer let grasse grow, And thinke it but a minute spent in sport.

Queene

No more, sweete Suffolk, hie thee hence to France, Or liue where thou wilt within this worldes globe, Ile haue an Irish that shall find thee out, And long thou shalt not stay, but ile haue thee repeald, Or venture to be banished my selfe, Oh let this kisle be printed in thy hand. That when thou seest it, thou maist thinke on me: A way, I say, that I may feele my griefe, For it is nothing whilst thou standest here.

Suff.

Thus is poore Suffolke ten times banished, Once by the King, but three times thrice by thee.

Enter Uawse.

Queene

How now, whither goes Vawse so fast▪

Vawse.

To signific vnto his maiesty, That Cardinall Bewford is at point of death, Somtimes he raues and cries as he were mad, Sometimes he calls vpon Duke Humphreys ghost, And whispers to his pillow as to him, And sometime he calls to speake vnto the King, And I am going to certifie vnto his grace, That euen now he cald alowd for him.

Queene

Go then good Vawse, and certifie the King.

exit Uawse.

Oh what is worldly pompe! all men must die. And woe am I for Bewfords heauy end, But why mourne I for him, whilst thou art here? Sweete Suffolke hie thee hence to France, For if the King do come, thou sure must die.

Suff.

And if I go, I cannot liue: but here to die, VVhat were it else, but like a pleasant slumber In thy lap? Here could I, could I, breeath my soule into the ayre, As milde and gentle as the new borne babe, That dies with mothers dug between his lips, VVhere from thy sight I should be raging mad, And call for thee to close mine eies, Or with thy lips to stop my dying soule, That I might breath it so into thy body, And then it liude in sweete Elyziam; By thee to die, were but to die in ieast, From thee to die, were torment more then death, O let me stay, befall what may befall.

Queene

Oh mightst thou stay with safetie of thy life, Then shouldst thou stay, but heauens deny it, And therefore go, but hope ere long to be repeald.

Suff.

I goe.

Queene

And take my heart with thee.

She kissesh him.

Suff.

A iewell lockt into the wofulst caske, That euer yet containd a thing of worth; Thus like a splitted barke so sunder we: This way fall I to death.

exit Suffolke.

Queene

This way for me.

exit Queene. Enter King and Salsbury, and then the curtaines be drawne, and the Cardinall is discouered in his bed, rauing and staring as if he were mad.

Car.

O death, if thou wilt let me liue but one whole yeare, He giue thee as much gold as wil purchase such another Iland.

King

Oh see my lord of Salsbury how he is troubled, Lord Cardinall, remember Christ must haue thy soule.

Car.

Why died he not in his bed? What would you haue me to do then? Can I make men liue whether they will or no? Sirra, go fetch me the strong poison which the Pothicary sont Oh see where Duke Humphreys ghost doth stand, (me: And stares me in the face: looke, look, combe down his haire, So now hees gone againe: Oh, oh, oh.

Sall.

See how the pangs of death doth gripe his heart,

King

Lord Cardinal, if thou diest assured of heauenly blisse, Hold vp thy hand, and make some signe to vs.

The Cardinall dies.

Oh see, he dies, and makes no signe at all, Oh God forgiue his soule.

Sals.

So bad an end did neuer none behold, But as his death, so was his life in all.

King

Forbeare to iudge, good Salsbury forbeare, For God will iudge vs all: Go take him hence, and see his funeralls be performde.

exeunt omnes. Alarmes within, and the chambers be discharged, like as in were a fight at sea. And then enter the captaine of the shippe and the Master, and the Masters mate, and the duke of Suf∣folke

disguised, and others with him, and Walter Whicke∣more.

Cap.

Bring forward these prisoners that scornd to yeeld, Vnlade their goods with speed, and sincke their ship, Here master, this prisoner I giue to you: This other, the Masters Mate shall haue, And Walter Whickmore, thou shalt haue this man, And let them pay their ransomes ere they passe.

Suff.

Walter!

he starteth.

Walter

How now, what doest thou feare me? Thou shalt haue better cause anon.

Suff.

It is thy name affrights me, not thy selfe: I do remember well, a cunning wisard told me, That by Walter I should die: Yet let not that make thee bloudie minded, Thy name being rightly sounded, Is Gualter, not Walter.

Walter

Gualter or Walter, all's on to me, I am the man must bring thee to thy death.

Suff.

I am a Gentleman looke on my Ring, Ransome me at what thou wilt, it shall be paid.

Walter

I lost mine eye in boording of the ship, And therefore ere I marchant-like sell bloud for gold, Then cast me headlong downe into the sea.

2 Priso.

But what shall our ransomes be?

Master

A hundreth pounds a peece, either pay that, or die.

2 Priso.

Then saue our liues, it shall be paid.

Walter

Come sirra, thy life shall be the ransome I wil haue.

Suff.

Stay villaine, thy prisoner is a prince, The Duke of Suffolke, William de la Poole.

Cap.

The Duke of Suffolke folded vp in rags?

Suf.

Yea sir, but these rags are no part of the duke, Ioue sometime went disguisde, and why not I?

Cap.

Yea but Ioue was neuer slaine as thou shalt be.

Suff.

Base Iady groome, King Henries bloud, The honorable bloud of Lancaster,

Cannot be shead by such a lowly swaine, I am sent Ambassador for the Queene to France, I charge thee waffe me crosse the channell safe.

Cap.

Ile waffe thee to thy death, go Walter take him hence And on our long boates side, chop off his head.

Suff▪

Thou darste not for thine owne.

Cap.

Yes Poole.

Suff.

Poole?

Cap.

Yea, Poole, puddle, kennell, sincke and durt, Ile stop that yawning mouth of thine, Those lips of thine that so oft haue kist the Queene, Shall sweep the ground, and thou that Smildst at good duke Humphreys death, Shalt liue no longer to infect the earth.

Suff.

This villain being but Captain of a Pinnais, Threatens more plagues then mighty Abradas, The great Macedonian Pyrate, Thy words addes fury and not remorse in me.

Cap.

Yea but my deedes shall stay thy fury soon.

Suff.

Hast not thou waited at my trencher, When we haue feasted with Queene Margaret? Hast not thou kist thine hand and held my stirrop? And barehead plodded by my footcloth Mule, And thought thee happy when I smild on thee? This hand hath writ in thy defence, Then shall I charme thee, hold thy lauish tongue.

Cap▪

Away with him VValter, I say, and off with his head.

1 Pris.

Good my lord, intreat him mildly for your life.

Suff.

First let this neck stoope to the axes edge, Before this knee do bow to any, Saue to the God of heauen, and to my King, Suffolkes imperiall tongue cannot pleade To such aiady groome.

Walter

Come, come, why do we let him speake▪ I long to haue his head, for ransome of mine cie.

Suff.

A sworder and bande to slaue, Murthered sweete Tully:

Brutus bastard hand stabdo Iulius Caesar, And Suffolke dies by Pyrates on the sees.

exit Suffolke, and Walter

Cap.

Off with his head, and send it to the Queene, And ransomelesse this prisoner shall go free, To see it safe deliuered vnto her: Come lets go.

exeunt omnes. Enter two of the Rebels with long staues.

George.

Come away Nick, and put a long staffe in thy pike, and prouide thy selfe, for I can tell thee, they haue bin vp this two daies.

Nicke

Then they had more need to go to bed now, But sirra George, whats the matter?

George

Why sirra, Iack Cade the Diar of Ashford here, He meanes to turne this land, and set a new nap on it.

Nick

Yea mary he had needso, for tis growne threedbare, Twas neuer mery world with vs, since these gentlemē came vp

George

I warrant thee, thou shalt neuer see a lord weare a leather aperne, now adaies.

Nicke.

But sirra, who comes more beside Iacke Cade?

George

Why theres Dick the Butcher, & Robin the Sadler, and Wil that came a wooing to our Nan last sunday, & Harry and Tom, & Gregory that should haue your Pa••nil, & a great sort more is come from Rochester, & from Maidstone, & Can terbury, & al the townes here abouts, and we must al be lords or squires, assoone as Iacke Cade is King.

Nicke

Harke, harke, I heare the Drum, they comming.

Enter Iacke Cade, Dicke Butcher, Robin, Will, Tom▪ Harry and the rest with long staues.

Cade.

Proclaime silence.

All.

Silence.

Cade.

I Iohn Cade so named for my valiancio.

Dicke

Or rather for stealing of a Cade of spra••••.

Cade.

My father was a Mortimer.

Nicke

He was an honest man, and a good Brick-laier.

Cade

My mother came of the Brases.

Wil.

She was a Pedlers daughter indeed, and sold many laces.

Robin

And now being not able to occupy her furd packe▪ She washeth buckes vp and downe the countrey.

Cade.

Therefore I am honorable borne.

Harry

Yea, for the field is honorable, for he was borne Vnder a hedge, for his father had no house but the Cage.

Cade

I am able to endure much.

George

Thats true, I know he can endure any thing, For I haue seene him whipt two market daies togither.

Cade

I feare neither sword nor fire.

Wil.

He need not feare the sword, for his coate is of proofe.

Dick

But me thinkes he should feare the fire, being so often burnt in the hand▪ for stealing of sheepe.

Cade

Therfore be braue, for your captain is braue▪ and vows reformation: you shal haue seuen half-peny loaues for a peny, and the three hoopt pot, shal haue ten hoops, and it shalbe fe∣lony to drink smal beere, and if I be the King, as King I wil be.

All.

God saue your maiestie.

Cade

I thank you good people, you shal al eate & drink of my score, and go al in my liuery, and weel haue no writing▪ but the score and the tally, and there shall be no lawes, but such as comes from my mouth.

Dicke

We shall haue sore laws then, for he was thrust into the mouth the other day.

George

Yea and stinking law too, for his breath stinkes so, that one cannot abide it.

Enter Will with the clarke of Chattam.

Will

Oh Captaine, a pryze.

Cade

VVhose that, VVill?

Wil.

The Clarke of Chattam, he can write and reade & cast account, I tooke him setting of boies copies, and he has a book in his pocket with red letters.

Cade

Sounes, hees a coniurer, bring him hither, Now sir, whats your name?

Clarke

Emanuell sir, and it shal please you.

Dicke

It will go hard with you, I can tel you, For they vse to write that o'th top of letters.

Cade

And what do you vse to write your name?

Or do you as ancient forefathers haue done, Vse the score and the tally?

Clarke.

Nay true sir, I praise God I haue bin so wel brought vp, that I can write mine owne name.

Cade

Oh he has confest, go hang him with his penny inck∣horne about his necke.

exit one with the clarke. Enter Tom.

Tom.

Captain: news, newes, sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother are comming with the Kings power & mē to kil vs al.

Cade

Let them come, hees but a Knight is he▪

Tom

No, no, hees but a Knight.

Cade

VVhy then to equal him, ile make my selfe Knight Kneele downe Iohn Mortimer, Rise vp sir Iohn Mortimer. Is there any more of them that be Knights▪

Tom.

Yea his brother.

He knights Dicke Butcher.

Cade

Then kneele downe Dicke Butcher, Rise vp sir Dicke Butcher.

Now sound vp the drumme. Enter sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother, with drumme and souldiers.

Cade

As for these silken coated slaues, I passe not a pinne, Tis to you good people that I speake.

Staf.

VVhy country-men, what meane you thus in troups, To follow this rebellious traitor Cade? VVhy his father was but a Brick-laier.

Cade.

VVell, Adam was a Gardnar, what then? But I come of the Mortimers.

Stafford.

Yea, the Duke of Yorke hath taught you that.

Cade

The Duke of Yorke, nay, I learnt it my selfe. For looke you, Roger Mortimer the Earle of March, Married the Duke of Clarence daughter.

Staff.

VVel, thats true▪ but what then?

Cade

And by her he had two children at a birth.

Staff.

Thats false.

Cade

Yea, but I say, tis true.

Ail.

Why then tis true.

Cade.

And one of them was stoln away by a beggarwoman, And was my father, and I am his sonne, Deny it and you can.

Nicke

Nay looke you, I know twas true, For his father built a chimney in my fathers house, And the brickes are aliue at this day to testifie.

Cade

But dost thou heare Stafford tel the King▪ that for his fathers sake, in whose time boies plaid at spanne-counter with French crownes, I am content that he shall be King as long as he liues: mary alwaies prouided, Ile be Protector ouer him.

Staff.

O monstrous simplicitie!

Cade

And tell him, weele haue the Lord Sayes head, & the duke of Somersets, for deliuering vp the dukedomes of Anioy and Mayne, and selling the towns in France, by which meanes England hath bin maimd euer since, and gone as it were with a crouch, but that the puissance held it vp. And besides, they can speake French, and therefore they are traitors.

Staff.

As how I prethee?

Cade

Why the French men are our enemies, be they not? And then can he that speakes with the tongue of an enemy be a good subiect?

Answere me to that.

Staff.

Well sirra, wilt thou yeeld thy selfe vnto the Kings mercy, and he will pardon thee and these, their outrages and re∣bellious deedes?

Cade

Nay, bid the King come to me and he will, and then ile pardon him, or otherwaies ile haue his crowne tel him, ere it be long.

Staff.

Go Herald, proclaime in all the Kings townes, That those that wil forsake the Rebel Cade, Shall haue free pardon from his maiestie.

exit Stafford and his men.

Cade

Come sirs, saint George for vs and Kent.

exeunt omnes.

Alarums to battaile, and sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother is

slaine. Then Iacke Cade againe, and the rest.

Cade

Sir Dicke Butcher, thou hast fought to day most va∣liantly, and knockt them downe as if thou hadst bin in thy slaughter house, and thus I will reward thee: the Lent shall be as long again as it was: thou shalt haue licence to kil for foure score and one a weeke: drum strike vp, for now weele march to London, for to morrow I meane to sit in the Kings seate at Westminster.

exeunt omnes.

Enter the King reading of a Letter, and the Queéne with the Duke of Suffolkes head, and the Lord Say, with others.

King

Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother is slaine, And the rebels march amaine to London, Go backe to them, and tell them thus from me, Ile come and parly with their generall.

Reade.

Yet stay, ile reade the letter once againe: Lord Say, Iacke Cade hath solemnly vowd to haue thy head▪

Say.

Yea, but I hope your highnesse shall haue his.

King

How now Madam, still lamenting and mourning for Suffolks death, I feare my loue, if I had bin dead, thou wouldst not haue mournd so much for me.

Queene

No my loue, I should not mourn, but die for thee▪

Enter a messenger.

Messen.

Oh flie my Lord, the rebels are entered Southwarke, and haue almost wonne the bridge, Calling your grace an vsurper, And that monstrous rebel Cade, hath sworne To crowne himselfe King in Westminster, Therefore flie my Lord, and poste to Killing worth.

King.

Go old Buckingham and Clifford gather An Army vp, and meete with the rebells: Come Madam let vs haste to Killingworth, Come on Lord Say, go thou along with vs, For feare the rebell Cade do find thee out.

Say

My innocence my Lord shall pleade for me: And therefore with your-highnes leaue, Ile stay behind.

King

Euen as thou wilt my Lord Say:

Come Madame, let vs goe.

exeunt omnes.

Enter the Lord Scayles vpon the Tower walls walking.

Enter three or foure cittizens below.

L. Scayles

How now, is lacke Cade slaine?

1 Cutizen

No my Lord, nor likely to be slaine, For they haue wonne the ••ridge, Killing all thos•• that withstand them, The Lord Maior craueth ••••d of your honor from the Towes, To defend the cittie from the rebells.

L. Scayles

Such aide as I can spare, you shall command, But I am troubled here with them my selfe, The Rebels haue attempted to win the Tower, But get you to Smithfield and gather head, And thither I will send you Mathew Goffe: Fight for your King, your country, and your liues, And so farewell▪ for I must hence againe.

exeunt omnes.

Enter Iacke Cade and the rest, and strikes his sword vpon London stone.

Cade

Now is Mortimer Lord of this cittie, And now sitting vpon London stone, we commaund, That the first yeare of our raigne, The pissing conduit run nothing but red wine, And now henceforth, it shall be treason For my that calls me otherwise then Lord Mortimer.

Enter a souldier.

sould.

Iacke Cade, Iacke Cade.

Cade

Zounes, knocke him downe.

they kill him.

Dicke

My Lord, theres an Army gathered togither Into Smithfield.

Cade

Come then, lets go fight with them, But first go on and set London bridge on fire: And if you can, burne downe the Tower too, Come lets away.

exeunt omnes.

Alarmes, and then Mathew Goffe is slain, and al the rest with hi••▪ then enter Iacke Cade again, and his company.

Cade

So sirs, now go some and pull downe the Sanoy, Others to the Innes of the court, downe with them all.

Dicke

I haue a sute vnto your Lordship.

Cade.

Be it a lordship Dicke, and thou shalt haue it For that word.

Dick

That we may go burne all the Records, And that all writing may be put downe, And nothing vsde but the score and the tally.

Cade

Dick it shall be so, and henceforward al thing shalbe in common, and in Cheapside shall my palphrey go to grasse. Why ist not a miserable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb, should parchment be made, and then with a litle blotting ouer with inke, a man should vndo himselfe?

Some saies tis the bees that sting but I say, tis their wax, for I am sure I neuer seald to any thing but once, and I was neuer mine owne man since.

Nicke

But when shall we take vp those commodities Which you told vs of?

Cade

Mary he that wil lustily stand to it, Shall go with me and take vp these commodities following: Item, a gowne, a kirtle, a peticote and a smocke.

Enter George.

George

My Lord, a prize, a prize, heres the Lord Say, Which sold the townes in France.

Cade.

Come hither thou Say, thou George, thou buckrum lord, What answer canst thou make vnto my mightines, For deliuering vp the townes in France to Monsier busse mine cue the Dolphin of France?

And more thē so, thou hast most traiterously erected a gram∣mer school, to infect the youth of the realm, & against the kings Crowne and dignitie, thou hasl built vp a paper-mil, nay it wil be said to thy face, that thou keepst men in thy house that daily reades of bookes with red letters, and talkes of a Nowne and a Verb, and such abominable words, as no christian care is able to indure it: and besides al that, thou hast appointed certain iu∣stices of peace in euery shire to hang honest men that steal for their liuing, and because they could not reade, thou hast hung

them vp: onely for which cause they were most worthy to liue: thou ridest on a foothcloth, dost thou not?

Say.

Yes, what of that?

Cade

Mary I say thou oughtest not to let thy horse weare a cloake, when an honester man then thy selfe goes in his hose and dublet.

Say.

You men of Kent.

All

Kent what of Kent?

Say

Nothing but terra bona.

Cade

Bonum terum, sounds whats that?

Dick

He speakes French.

Will.

No, tis Dutch.

Nick

No, tis Outtalian, I know it well inough.

Say.

Kent, in the Commentaries Caesar wrote, Termd it the ciuil st place of al this land, Then noble country-men, heare me but speake, I sold not France, I lost not Normandie.

Cade

But wherefore doest thou shake thy head so?

Say

It is the palsie, and not feare that makes me.

Cade.

Nay thou nodst thy head, as who say, thou wilt be euen with me, if thou getst away, but ile make thee sure enough, now I haue thee: go take him to the standard in Cheapside & chop off his head, & then go to Milend-green, to sir Iames Cromer his son in law, and cut off his head too, and bring them to me vpon two poles presently.

Away with him. exit one or two with the Lord Say.

There shall not a nobleman weare a head on his shoulders, But he shall pay me tribute for it: Nor there shal not a maid be maried, but he shal see to me for her: Maiden head or else, ile haue it my selfe, Mary I will that married men shal hold of me in capite, And that their wiues shal be as free as hart can think, or tongue can tell.

Enter Robin.

Robin

O captaine! London bridge is a fire.

Cade

Runne to Billingsgate, and fetch pitch and flaxe and squench it.

Enter Dicke and a sergeant.

ser.

Iustice, iustice, I pray you sir, let me haue iustice of this fellow here.

Cade

Why, what has he done?

ser.

Alas sir, he has rauisht my wife.

Dick

Why my lord he would haue rested me, And I went and entred my Action in his wiues paper house.

Cade

Dicke follow thy sute in her common place, You horson villaine, you are a sergeant, youle Take any man by the throte for twelue pence, And rest a man when hees at dinner, And haue him to prison ere the meate be out of his mouth: Go Dicke, take him hence, cut out his tong for cogging, Hough him for running, and to conclude, Braue him with his owne mace.

exit with the sergeant. Enter two with the Lord Saies head, ind sir Iames Cromers, vpon two poles.

So, come cary them before me, and at cuery lanes end, let them kisse together.

Enter the duke of Buckingham, and Lord Clifford, the Earle of Comberland.

Cliff.

Why country men and warlike frends of Kent, What meanes this mutinous rebellion, That you in troupes do muster thus your selues, Vnder the conduct of this traitor Cade? To rise against your soueraigne lord and King, Who mildly hath his pardon sent to you, If you forsake this monstrous rebell here? If honour be the marke whereat you ayme, Then haste to France, that our forefathers wonne, And winne againe that thing which now is lost, And leaue to seeke your countries ouerthrow.

All.

A Clifford, a Clifford.

They for sake Cade.

Cade

Why how now, will you forsake your generall, And ancient freedome which you haue possest, To bend your neckes vnto their seruile yokes, Who if you stir, will straightwaies hang you vp?

But follow me, and you shall pull them downe, And make them yeeld their liuings to your hands.

All.

A Cade, a Cade.

They runne to Cade againe

Clif.

Braue warlike friends heare me but speake a word, Refuse not good, whilst it is offered you, The King is mercifull, then yeeld to him, And I my selfe will go along with you, To Winsore castle whereas the King abides, And on mine honor you shall haue no hurt.

All.

A Clifford, a Clifford, God saue the King.

Cade.

How like a feather is this rascall company Blowne euery way, But that they may see there wants no valiancy in me, My staffe shall make way through the midst of you, And so a poxe take you all.

He runs thruoh them with his staffe, and flies away.

Buck.

Go some and make after him, and proclaime, That those that can bring the head of Cade, Shall haue a thousand crownes for his labor. Come march w••y.

Enter King Henry and the Queene, and Somerset.

King.

Lord Somerset, what news heare you of the rebel Cade?

Som.

This my gracious lord, that the lord Say is don to deth, And the cittie is almost sackt.

King.

Gods wil be done, for as he hath decreed, so it must be: And be it as he please, to stop the pride of those rebellious mē.

Queene

Had the noble Duke of Suffolke bin aliue, The rebell Cade had bin supprest ere this, And all the rest that do take part with him.

Enter the Duke of Buckingham and Clifford, with the rebells with halters about their neckes.

Cliff.

Long liue King Henry, Englands lawfull King, Loe here my Lord, these rebells are subdude, And offer their liues before your highnesse feete.

King

But tell me Clifford, is their captaine here▪

Cliff.

No, my gracious lord, he is fled away, but proclamati∣ons

are sent forth, that he that cā but bring his head, shal haue a thousand crownes. But may it please your maiesty, to pardon these their faults, that by that traitors meanes were thus misled.

King

Stand vp you simple men, and giue God praise, For you did take in hand you know not what, And go in peace obedient to your King, And liue as subiects, and you shall not want, Whilst Henrie liues, and weares the English crowne.

All

God saue the King, God saue the King.

King

Come let vs haste to London now with speed, That solemne processions may be sung, In laud and honor of the God of heauen, And triumphs of this happy victory.

exeunt omnes. Enter Iacke Cade at one doore, and at the other, master Alexander Eyden and his men, and Iacke Cade lies downe picking of hearbs and eating them.

Eyden

Good Lord how pleasant is this country life▪ This little land my father left me here, With my contented mind, serues me as well, As all the pleasures in the court can yeeld, Nor would I change this pleasure for the court.

Cade

Sounes heres the Lord of the soile stand villain, thou wilt betray me to the King, and get a thousand crowns for my head, but ere thou goest, ile make thee eat yron like an estridge, and swallow my sword like a great pin.

Eyden

Why sawcy companion▪ why should I betray thee? Ist not enough that thou hast broke my hedges, And entred into the ground without the leaue of me the ow∣ner, But thou wilt braue me too?

Cade.

Braue thee and beard thee too, by the best bloud of the realme, look on me well, I haue eate no meat this fiue daies, yet and I do not leaue thee and thy fiue men as dead as a door nail, I pray God I may neuer cate grasse more.

Eyden.

Nay, it neuer shalbe said whilst the world doth stand, that Alexander Eiden an Esquire of Kent, took ods to combat with a famisht man, look on me, my lims are equall vnto thine, and euery way as big, then hand to hand ile combat thee. Sitra

fetch me weapons, and stand you all aside.

Cade.

Now sword, if thou hewst not this burly-boned churle into chines of beefe, I beseech God thou maist fall into some smiths hand and be turnd into hobnailes.

Eyden

Come on thy way.

They fight, and Cade fals downe.

Cade

Oh villain, thou hast slaine the floure of Kent for chi∣ualry, but it is famine & not thee that has done it, for come ten thousand diuels, & giue me but the ten meals that I wanted this fiue daies, and Ile fight with you all, and so a pox rot thee, for Iacke Cade must die.

he dies.

Eyd.

Iack Cade, & was it that monstrous rebell which I haue slain: oh sword I honor thee for this, and in my chamber shalt thou hang as a monumēt to after age, for this great seruice thou hast done to me, ile drag him hence, and with my sword cut off his head and beare it with me.

exit Enier the Duke of Yorke with drum and souldiers.

Yorke

In Armes from Ireland comes Yorke amaine, Ring bells alowd, bonfires perfume the ayre, To entertaine faire Englands royall King: Ah sancta Maiesta, who would not buy thee deare?

Enter the duke of Buckingham.

But soft, who comes here? Buckingham, what news with him▪

Buck

Yorke, if thou meane wel, I greet thee so.

York

Humphrey of Buckingham, welcome I sweare, What comest thou in loue, or as a messenger?

Bu.

I come as a messenger from our dread lord & soueraign Henry, to know the reason of these Armes in peace? Or that thou being a subiect as I am, Shouldst thus approach so neare with colours spread, Whereas the person of the King doth keepe?

York

A subiect as he is! O how I hate these spightfull abiect termes, But Yorke, dissemble till thou meete thy sonnes, Who now in Armes expect their fathers sight, And farre hence I know they cannot be: Humphrey Duke of Buckingham, pardon me,

That I answerd not at first, my mind was troubled, I came to remoue that monstrons rebell Cade, And heaue prowd Somerset from out the Court, That bafely yeelded vp the townes in France.

Buc.

Why that was presumption on thy behalfe, But if it be no otherwise but so, The King doth pardon thee, and grants to thy request, And Somerset is sent vnto the Tower.

Yorke

Vpon thine honour is it so?

Buc.

Yorke, he is vpon mine honor.

Yorke

Then before thy face, I here dismisse my troupes, Sirs, meete me to morrow in saint Georges fields, And there you shall receiue your pay of me.

exeunt souldiers.

Buc.

Come Yorke, thou shalt go speake vnto the King, But see, his grace is comming to meete with vs.

enter King Henry.

King

How now Buckingham, is Yorke friends with vs That thus thou bringst him hand in hand with thee?

Buc.

He is my lord, and hath dischargde his troopes Which came with him, but as your Grace did say, To heaue the duke of Somerset from hence, And to subdue the rebells that were vp.

King

Then welcome coosin Yorke, giue me thy hand, And thankes for thy great seruice done to vs, Against those traitrous Irish that rebeld.

enter maister Eyden with Iacke Cades head.

Eyden

Long liue Henry in triumphant peace, Lo here (my Lord) vpon my bended knees, I here present the traitorous head of Cade, That hand to hand in single fight I slew.

King

First, thankes to heauen, and next, to thee my friend, That hast subdude that wicked traitor thus, Oh let me see that head that in his life Did worke me and my land such cruell spight▪ A visage sterne, cole blacke his curled lockes, Deepe trenched furrowes in his frowning brow,

Presageth warlike humors in his life. Here take it hence, and thou for thy reward, Shalt be immediately created Knight: Kneele downe my friend, and tell me whats thy name.

Eyden

Alexander Eyden, if it please your grace, A poore Esquire of Kent.

King

Then rise vp sir Alexander Eyden Knight, And for thy maintenance, I freely giue A thousand markes a yeere for to maintaine thee, Beside the firme reward that was proclaimde, For those that could performe this worthy act, And thou shalt waite vpon the person of the King.

Eyden

I humbly thanke your grace, and I no longer liue. Then I prooue iust and loyall vnto my King.

exit. Enter the Queene with the Duke of Somerset.

King

O Buckingham, see where Somerset comes▪ Bid him go hide himselfe till Yorke be gone.

Queene

He shall not hide himselfe for feare of Yorke, But beard aud braue him prowdly to his face.

Yorke

Who's that? prowd Somerset at liberty? Base feareful Henry that thus dishonor'st me, By heauen, thou shalt not gouerne ouer me, I cannot brooke that traitors presence here, Nor will I subiect be to such a King, That knowes not how to gouerne, nor to rule, Resigne thy crowne prowd Lancaster to me, That thou vsurped hast so long by force, For now is Yorke resolu'de to claime his owne, And rise aloft into faire Englands Throne.

Somer.

Prowd traitor, I arrest thee on high treason, Against thy Soueraigne Lord, yeeld thee false Yorke. For here I sweare thou shalt vnto the Tower, For these prowd words which thou hast giuen the King.

Yorke

Thou art deceiued, my sonnes shall be my baile, And send thee there in spight of him. Ho, where are you boyes?

Queene

Call Clifford hither presently.

Enter the Duke of Yorkes sonnes, Edward the Earle of March, and crooke-backe Richard, at the one doore, with drum and souldiers, and at the other doore, enter Clifford and his sonne with drumme and souldiers, and Clifford kneeles to Henry, and speakes.

Cliff.

Long liue my noble Lord and soueraigne King.

Yorke

We thank thee Clifford: Nay, do not affright vs with thy lookes, If thou didst mistake, we pardon thee, kneele againe.

Cliff.

Why, I did no way mistake, this is my King: What is he mad? to Bedlam with him.

King

Yea, a bedlam frantike humor driues him thus, To leauy Armes against his lawfull King.

Cliff.

Why do not your grace send him to the Tower▪

Queene

He is arrested, but will not obey, His sonnes he saith shall be his suertie.

Yorke

How say you boyes, will you not?

Edward

Yes noble father, if our words wil serue

Richard

And if our words will not, our swords shall.

Yorke

Call hither to the stake, my two rough beares.

King

Call Buckingham, and bid him arme himselfe.

Yorke

Call Buckingham, and all the frends thou hast, Both thou and they shall curse this fatall houre.

Enter at one doore the Earle of Salsbury and Warwicke, with drum and souldiers: and at the other, the duke of Buckingham, with drum and souldiers.

Cliff.

Are these thy beares? weel bayte them soone, Dispight of thee and all the friends thou hast.

War.

You had best go dreame againe, To keepe you from the tempest of the field.

Clif.

I am resolu'd to beare a greater storme, Then any thou canst coniure vp to day, And that ile write vpon thy Burgonet, Might I but know thee by thy houshold badge.

War.

Now by my fathers age old Neuells crest, The Rampant beare chaind to the ragged staffe, This day ile weare aloft my burgonet,

As on a mountaine top the Caedar showes, That keepes his leaues in spight of any storme, Euen to affright thee with the view thereof.

Clif.

And from thy burgonet will I rend the beare, And tread him vnderfoote with all contempt, Dispight the Beare-ward that protects him so.

Yong Clif.

And so renowned soueraigne to armes, To quel these traitors, and their complises.

Rich.

Fie, charity for shame, speake it not in spight, For you shall sup with Iesus Christ to night.

Yong Clif.

Foule Stigmatike, thou canst not tell.

Rich.

No, for if not in heauen, you le surely sup in hel.

exeunt omnes. Alarmes to the battaile, and then enter the duke of Somerset and Richard fighting, Richard kills him vnder the signe of the Castle in saint Albons.

Rich.

So, lie thou there▪ aud breathe thy last. Whats here, the signe of the Castle? Then the prophesie is come to passe, For Somerset was forewarned of Castles, The which he alwaies did obserue, And now behold, vnder a paltry ale-house signe, The Castle in S. Albons, Somerset hath made the Wissard famous by his death.

exit. Alarme againe, and then enter the Earle of Warwicke alone.

War.

Clifford of Comberland, tis warwicke calls, And if thou dost not hide thee from the Beare, Now whilst the angry Trumpets sound Alarmes, And dead mens cries do fil the empty avret Clifford I say, come forth and fight with me, Prowd Northerne Lord, Clifford of Comberland, Warwicke is hoarse with calling thee to armes.

Clifford speakes within.

Warwickestand still, and view the way that Clifford hawes with his murthering curtelaxe, through the fainting troupes to find thee out.

Warwicke stand still, and s••rre not till I come.

E•••••••• Yorke.

War.

How now my Lord, what a foote▪ Who kild your horses

Yorke

The deadly hand of Clifford, noble lord, Fiue horse this day, slaine vnder me, And yet braue Warwicke I remaine aliue, But I did kil his horse he lou' de so wel, The bouiest gray that ere was bred in North.

Enter Clifford, and Warwicke offers to fight with him.

Hold War wicke, and seeke thee out some other chase My selfe will hunt this Deare to death.

War.

Braue lord, tis for a crowne thou fightst, Clifford farewell, as I entend to prosper wel to day▪ It grieues my soule to leaue thee vnassaild

exit Warwicke.

Yorke

Now Clifford, since we are singled here alone, Be this the day of Doome to one of vs, For now my heart hath sworne immortall hate To thee, and all the house of Eancaster.

Clif.

And here I stand, and pitch my foote to thine, Vowing neuer to stir, til thou or I be slaine, For neuer shall my heart be safe at rest, Till I haue spoild the hatefull house of Yorke.

Alarmes, and they fight, and Yorke kills Clifford.

Yorke

Now Lancaster sit sure, thy sinewes shrinke, Come fearefull Henry groueling on thy face, Yeeld vp thy Crowne vnto the Prince of Yorke.

exit Yorke. Alarmes, then enter yong Clifford alone.

yong Clif.

Father of Comberland, Where may I seeke my aged father forth? O dismall sight! see where he breathlesse lies, All smeard and weltred in his luke-warme bloud, Ah, aged pillar of all Comberlands true house, Sweete father, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 thy murthered Ghost I sweare,

Immortall hate vnto the house of Yorke, Nor neuer shall I sleepe secure one night, Till I haue furiously reuengde thy death, And left not one of them to breatheon earth.

He takes him vp on his backe.

And thus as olde Ankises sonne did beare His aged father on his manly backe, And sought with him against the bloudy Greekes: Euen so will I: but stay, heres one of them, To whom my soule hath sworne immortall hate.

Enter Richard, and then Clifford layes downe his father fights with him, and Richard flies away againe.

Out croorktbacke villaine, get thee from my sight, But I will after thee, and once againe, When I haue borne my father to his tent, Ile tue my fortune better with thee.

exit yong Clifford with his father. Alarmes againe, and then enter three or foure, bearing the duke of Buckingham wounded to his Tent. Alarmes still, and then enter the King and Queene.

Queene

Away my Lord, and slie to London straight, Make haste, for vengeance comes along with them, Come, stand not to expostulate, lets go.

King

Come then faire Queene, to London let vs haste, And summon a parlament with speede, To stop the fury of these dyre euents.

exeunt King and Queene. Alarmes, and then a flourish, and enter the duke of Yorke and Richard.

Yorke

How now boyes, fortunate this fight hath beene, I hope to vs and ours for Englands good, And our great honor, that so 〈◊〉〈◊〉 we lost, Whilst faint-heart Henry, did vsurpe our rights: But did you see old Salsbury since we With bloudy minds did buckle with the foe, I would not for the losse of this right hand, That ought but well betide that good old man.

Rich.

My Lord, I saw him in the thickest throng, Charging his lance with his old weary armes, And thrice I saw him beaten from his horse, And thrice this hand did set him vp againe, And still he fought with courage gainst his foes, The boldest sprited man that ere mine eies beheld.

Enter Salsbury and Warwicke.

Edw.

See noble father where they both do come, The onely props vnto the house of Yorke.

Salsb.

Well hast thou fought this day, thou valiant Duke, And thou braue bud of Yorkes increasing house, The small remainder of my weary life, I hold for thee, for with thy warlike arme, Three times this day thou hast preserude my life.

Yorke

What say you Lords, the King is fled to London▪ There (as I heare) to hold a Parlament. What saies Lord Warwicke, shall we after them?

War.

After them, nay before them if we can: Now by my Faith Lords twas a glorious day, Saint Albons battell wonne by famous Yorke, Shal be eternizd in all age to come, Sound Drums and Trumpets, and to London all, And more such daies as these to vs befall.

exeunt.

FINIS.