I go of message from the queen to France; Whit. Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy death. What, are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop? 1 Gent. My gracious lord, entreat him, speak him fair. Suf. Suffolk's imperial tongue is stern and rough, Us'd to command, untaught to plead for favour. Far be it, we should honour such as these With humble suit: no, rather let my head Stoop to the block, than these knees bow to any Save to the God of heaven, and to my king; And sooner dance upon a bloody pole, Than stand uncover'd to the vulgar groom. True nobility is exempt from fear: More can I bear, than you dare execute. Cap. Hale him away, and let him talk no more. Suf. Come, soldiers, show what cruelty ye can, A Roman sworder and banditto slave, [Exit SUF. with WHIT. and others. [Exeunt all but the first Gentleman. Re-cnter WHITMORE, with SUFFOLK's Body. Whit. There let his head and lifeless body lie, Until the queen his mistress bury it. [Exit. 1 Gent. O barbarous and bloody spectacle! His body will I bear unto the king: If he revenge it not, yet will his friends; So will the queen, that living held him dear. SCENE II. [Exit, with the Body. Blackheath. Enter GEORGE BEVIS and JOHN HOLLAND. Geo. Come, and get thee a sword, though made of a lath; they have been up these two days. John. They have the more need to sleep now then. Geo. I tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier means to dress the commonwealth, and turn it, and set a new nap upon it. John. So he had need, for 'tis threadbare. Well, I say, it was never merry world in England, since gentlemen came up. Geo. O miserable age! Virtue is not regarded in handycrafts-men. John. The nobility think scorn to go in leather [Aside. Cade. Be brave, then; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be, in England, seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny: the threehooped pot shall have ten hoops; and I will make it felony, to drink small beer; all the realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfry go to grass. And, when I am king, (as king I will be) All. God save your majesty! Cade. I thank you, good people: - there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers. Dick. The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers. Cade. Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man? Some say, the bee stings: but I say, 'tis the bee's wax; for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never mine own man since. How now; who's there? 5 A barrel of herrings. Enter some, bringing in the Clerk of Chatham. Smith. The clerk of Chatham: he can write and read, and cast accompt. Cade. O monstrous ! Smith. We took him setting of boys' copies. Smith. H'as a book in his pocket, with red letters in't. Cade. Nay, then he is a conjurer. Dick. Nay, he can make obligations, and write court-hand. Cade. I am sorry for't : the man is a proper man, on mine honour; unless I find him guilty, he shall not die, - Come hither, sirrah; I must examine thee: What is thy name? Clerk. Emmanuel. Dick. They use to write it on the top of letters; "Twill go hard with you. Cade. Let me alone: Dost thou use to write thy name? or hast thou a mark to thyself, like an honest plain-dealing man? Clerk. Sir, I thank Heaven, I have been so well brought up, that I can write my name. All. He hath confessed: away with him; he's a villain, and a traitor. Cade. Away with him, I say: hang him with his pen and inkhorn about his neck. [Exeunt some with the Clerk. Enter MICHAEL. Mich. Where's our general ? Cade. Here I am, thou particular fellow. Mich. Fly, fly, fly! sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother are hard by, with the king's forces. Cade. Stand, villain, stand, or I'll fell thee down; He shall be encountered with a man as good as himself: he is but a knight, is 'a? Became a bricklayer, when he came to age: His son am I; deny it, if you can. Dick. Nay, 'tis too true; therefore he shall be king. Smith. Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it; therefore deny it not. Staf. And will you credit this base drudge's words, That speaks he knows not what? All. Ay, marry, will we; therefore get ye gone. W. Staf. Jack Cade, the duke of York hath taught you this. Cade. He lies; for I invented it myself. [Aside. Go to, sirrah. Tell the king from me, that for his father's sake, Henry the fifth, in whose time boys went to span-counter for French crowns- I am content he shall reign; but I'll be protector over him. Dick. And, furthermore, we'll have the lord Say's head for selling the dukedom of Maine. Cade. And good reason; for thereby is England maimed, and fain to go with a staff, but that my puissance holds it up. Fellow kings, I tell you, that that lord Say hath maimed the commonwealth, and more than that, he can speak French, and there fore he is a traitor. Star: O gross and miserable ignorance ! Cade. Nay, answer if you can: The Frenchmen are our enemies : go to, then, I ask but this; Can he, that speaks with the tongue of an enemy, be a good counsellor, or no ? All. No, no; and therefore we'll have his head. W.Staf. Well, seeing gentle words will not prevail, Assail them with the army of the king. Staf. Herald, away; and, throughout every town, Proclaim them traitors that are up with Cade; That those, which fly before the battle ends, May, even in their wives' and children's sight, Be hang'd up for example at their doors: And you, that be the king's friends, follow me. [Exeunt the two STAFFORDS, and Forces. Cade. And you, that love the commons, follow me. Enter SIR HUMPHREY STAFFORD and WILLIAM his Now show yourselves men, 'tis for liberty. brother, with Drum and Forces. Staf. Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Kent, Mark'd for the gallows, lay your weapons down, Home to your cottages, forsake this groom; The king is merciful, if you revolt. W. Staf. Butangry, wrathful, and inclin'd to blood, If you go forward : therefore yield, or die, Cade. As for these silken-coated slaves, I pass not 6; It is to you, good people, that I speak, Staf. Villain, thy father was a plasterer; Cade. Marry, this : - Edmund Mortimer, earl of March, Married the duke of Clarence' daughter; Did he not? Staf. Ay, sir. Cade. By her, he had two children at one birth. W. Staf. That's false. We will not leave one lord, one gentleman: Cade. And, to speak truth, thou deservest no less. Cade. Ay, there's the question, but, I say, 'tis true : This monument of the victory will I bear; and thie The elder of them, being put to nurse, Was by a beggar-woman stol'n away; And ignorant of his birth and parentage, 6 I pay them no regard. bodies shall be dragged at my horse' heels, till I do come to London, where we will have the mayor's sword borne before us. -7 Shoes. Q. Mar. Oft have I heard — that grief softens the mind, And makes it fearful and degenerate; Think therefore on revenge, and cease to weep. K. Hen. I'll send some holy bishop to entreat : Enter LORD SCALES, and others, on the Walls. Then enter certain Citizens, below. Scales. How now? is Jack Cade slain ? 1 Cit. No, my lord, nor likely to be slain; for they have won the bridge, killing all those that withstand them: The lord mayor craves aid of your honour from the Tower, to defend the city from the rebels. Scales. Such aid as I can spare, you shall command; Q. Mar. Ah, barbarous villains! hath this lovely But get you to Smithfield, and gather head, face Rul'd like a wandering planet, over me; That were unworthy to behold the same? K. Hen. Lord Say, Jack Cade hath sworn to have Say. Ay, but I hope, your highness shall have his. Thou wouldest not have mourn'd so much for me. Q. Mur. My love, I should not mourn, but die for thee. Enter a Messenger. K. Hen. How now! what news? why com'st thou Mess. The rebels are in Southwark; Fly, my lord! Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless; Buck. My gracious lord, retire to Kenelworth, Q. Mar. Ah! were the duke of Suffolk now alive, Enter another Messenger. 2 Mess. Jack Cade hath gotten London-bridge; the citizens Fly and forsake their houses: Sold. Jack Cade! Jack Cade! Dick. My lord, there's an army gathered together in Smithfield. Cade. Come then, let's go fight with them: But, first, go and set London-bridge on fire; and if you can, burn down the Tower too. Come, let's away. [Exeunt Alarum. Enter, on one side, CADE and his Company; on the other, Citizens, and the King's Forces, headed by MATTHEW GOUGH. They fight; the Citizens are routed, and MATTHEW GOUGH is slain. Cade. So, sirs: - Now go some and pull down the Savoy; others to the inns of court; down with them all. Dick. I have a suit unto your lordship. Cade. Be it a lordship, thou shalt have it for that word. Dick. Only that the laws of England may come out of your mouth. John. "Twill be sore law, then; for he was thrust in the mouth with a spear, and 'tis not whole yet. [Aside. |