K. Henry.
Was ever King that joy'd an earthly throne,
And could command no more content than I?
No sooner was I crept out of my cradle,
But I was made a King at nine months old:
Was never Subject long'd to be a King,
As I do long and wish to be a Subject. Enter Buckingham and Clifford.

Buck.
Health, and glad tidings to your Majesty!

K. Henry.
Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade surpriz'd?
Or is he but retir'd to make him strong?

Enter multitudes with halters about their necks.

Clif.
He's fled, my lord, and all his pow'rs do yield;
And humbly thus with halters on their necks
Expect your Highness' doom of life or death.

K. Henry.
Then, heav'n, set ope thy everlasting gates,
To entertain my vows of thanks and praise.
Soldiers, this day have you redeem'd your lives,
And shew'd how well you love your Prince and Country:
Continue still in this so good a mind,
And Henry, though he be unfortunate,
Assure your selves, will never be unkind:
And so with thanks, and Pardon to you all,
I do dismiss you to your several countries.

All.
God save the King! God save the King! Enter Messenger.

Mes.
Please it your Grace to be advertised,
The Duke of York is newly come from Ireland;
And with a puissant and mighty pow'r
Of Gallow-glasses and stout Kernes,
Is marching hitherward in proud array:
And still proclaimeth as he comes along,
His Arms are only to remove from thee
The Duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traitor.

K. Henry.
Thus stands my state 'twixt Cade and York distrest,
Like to a ship, that, having 'scap'd a tempest,
Is straitway calm'd and boarded with a pirate.(19) ^note

But now is Cade driv'n back, his men dispers'd;
And now is York in arms to second him.
I pray thee, Buckingham, go and meet with him,
And ask him what's the reason of these arms:
Tell him, I'll send Duke Edmund to the Tower;
And, Somerset, we will commit thee thither,
Until his army be dismist from him.

Som.
My lord,
I'll yield my self to prison willingly,
Or unto death, to do my country good.

K. Henry.
In any case be not too rough in terms,
For he is fierce and cannot brook hard language.

Buck.
I will, my lord; and doubt not so to deal,
As all things shall redound unto your Good.

K. Henry.
Come, wife, let's in, and learn to govern better,
For yet may England curse my wretched Reign. [Exeunt.

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