We give thee for reward a thousand marks, K, Henry. See, Buckingham, Somerfet comes with the Queen; Go, bid her hide him quickly from the Duke. SCENE [Exit Buck, III. Enter Queen Margaret and Somerset. Q. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his head, But boldly stand and front him to his face. York. How now? is Somerfet at liberty? Falfe King why haft thou broken faith with me, Which durft not, no, nor can't not rule a traitor, York. York. Sirrah, call in my fons to be my bail; 7 Wouldft have me kneel? Firft, let me afk of thefe, I know, ere they will let me go to Ward, Shall be the Surety for their traitor father. Enter Edward and Richard. See, where they come; I'll warrant, they'll make it good. Enter Clifford. Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their bail, Clif. Health and all Happiness to my Lord the King! [kneels. York. I thank thee, Clifford; fay, what news with thee ? Nay, do not fright us with an angry look, We are thy Sovereign, Clifford, kneel again; 7 Would't have me kneel? First and Eane to theft,] Confidering how our Author loves to play on Wordsfimilarin their found, but oppofite in their Signification, I make no Doubt but the Author wrote bail and bale. Bale, (from whence our common Adjective, baleful fignifies, Detriment, Ruin, Misfortune. Sc. THECBALD. Bale fignifies forrow. Either word ferve. may Clif. This is my King, York, I do not mistake, K. Henry. Ay, Clifford, a Bedlam and ambitious humour Makes him oppofe himself against his King, Cliff. He is a traitor, let him to the Tower, And crop away that factious pate of his. Q. Mar. He is arreited, but will not obey, His fons, he fays, fhall give their words for him. York. Will you not, fons? E. Plan. Ay, noble father, if our words will ferve, R. Plan. And if words will not, then our weapons fhall. Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we here? York. Look in a glafs, and call thy image fo, I am thy King, and thou a falfe-heart traitor. Call hither to the ftake my two brave bears, That with the very fhaking of their chains They may aftonith thefe fell-lurking curs, Bid Salisbury and Warwick come to me. Enter the Earl of Warwick and Salisbury. Clif. Are thefe thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to death, And manacle the bear-ward in their chains, If thou dar'it bring them to the baiting place. 9 Call bither to the fake my two brave bears, Bid Salisbury and War wick come.] York calls thefe Lords his bears because they had a bear for their arms. And And fuch a piece of fervice will you do, If you oppofe yourfelves to match Lord Warwick. York. Nay, we fhall heat you thoroughly anon. Clif. Take heed, left by your heat you burn yourfelves. K. Henry. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow? Old Salisbury, fhame to thy filver hair, Thou mad mif-leader of thy brain-fick fon, K. Henry, Haft thou not fworn allegiance unto me? K. Henry. Canft thou difpenfe with heav'n for fuch an oath ? Sal. It is great fin to fwear unto a fin, But But that he was bound by a folemn oath? Q. Mar. A fubtle traitor needs no fophifter. K. Henry. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himfelf. York. Call Buckingham and all the friends thou haft, I am refolv'd for death or dignity. Old Clif. The firft I warrant thee; if dreams prove true. War. You had beft go to bed and dream again, I Might I but know thee by thy Houfe's badge. Old Cliff. And from thy Burgonet I'll rend thy bear, Y. Clif. And fo to Arms, victorious noble father, To quell the rebels and their complices. R. Plan. Fy, charity for fhame, fpeak not in fpight, For you fhall fup with Jefu Chrift to-night. r. Clif. Foul ftigmatick, that's more than thou canft tell. R. Plan. If not in heav'n, you'll furely fup in hell. [Exeunt, feverally. Burgonet is a helmet. SCENE |