King.
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 old Clifford. ^note

Buck.
Health and glad tidings to your majesty!

King.
Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade surprised?
Or is he but retired to make him strong? Enter, below, multitudes, ^note with halters about their necks.

Clif.
He is ^note fled, my lord, and all his powers do yield;
And humbly thus, with halters on their necks,
Expect your highness' doom, of life or death.

King.
Then, heaven, set ope thy everlasting gates,
To entertain my vows of thanks and praise!
Soldiers, this day have you redeem'd your lives
And show'd how well you love your prince and country:
Continue still in this so good a mind,
And Henry, though he be infortunate ^note,
Assure yourselves, will never be unkind:
And so, with thanks and pardon to you all,

I do dismiss you to your several countries ^note. ^note

All.
God save the king! God save the king! Enter a Messenger.

Mess.
Please it your grace to be advertised
The Duke of York is newly come from Ireland,
And with a puissant and a mighty ^note power
Of ^note gallowglasses and stout ^note kernes ^note
Is marching hitherward in proud array,
And still proclaimeth, as he comes along,
His arms ^note are only to remove from thee
The Duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traitor.

King.
Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and York distress'd;
Like to a ship that, having 'scaped a tempest
Is straightway calm'd ^note and boarded with a pirate:
But now is Cade driven back, his men dispersed ^note;
And now is York in arms to second him.
I pray thee, Buckingham, go ^note and meet him ^note,
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 hither,
Until his army be dismiss'd from him.

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

King.
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.

King.
Come, wife, let's in, and learn to govern better;
For ^note yet may England curse my wretched reign. [Flourish. ^note Exeunt. ^note

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