It is further agreed betweene them, that the Dutches ^note of Anioy and of Maine, shall be released and deliuered ouer to the King her fa. ^note

They please vs well, Lord Marquesse kneele downe, We here create thee first Duke of Suffolke, & 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 full expirde.

But my presence, proud Prelate as thou art:
But ile begone ^note, and giue thee leaue to speake.
Farewell my Lords, and say when I am gone,
I prophesied France would be lost ere long. Exet 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 ^note see, if he but walke the streets,
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 laie a plot to heaue him from his seate. Exet Cardinall. 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. Somerset.
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 then ^note let vs about it straight,
For either thou or I will be Protector. Exet Buckingham and Somerset. Salsb.
Pride went before, Ambition follows after.
Whilst these do seeke their owne preferments thus,
My Lords let vs seeke for our Countries good,
Oft haue I seene ^note this haughtie Cardinall
Sweare, and forsweare himselfe, and braue it out,
More like a Ruffin ^note then a man of Church ^note.
Cosin 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 credit amongst the common sort,

The reuerence of mine age, and Neuels name,
Is of no little force if I command,
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. Warw.
For griefe that all is lost that Warwick won.
Sonnes ^note. Anioy and Maine, both giuen away at once,

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

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

What hast thou conferd with Margery Iordaine, the cunning Witch of Ely ^note, with Roger Bullingbrooke ^note and the rest, ^note and will they vndertake to do me good?

I haue Madame, and they haue promised me to raise a Spirite from depth ^note of vnder grounde, that shall tell your grace all questions you demaund.

And on the backside of my Orchard heere,
There cast their Spelles in silence of the night,
And so resolue vs ^note of the thing we wish,
Till when, drinke that for my sake, And so farwell. Exet 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 mightie rich,
The Duches she thinks 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 Duches fall,
Who now by Cuniurations thinkes to rise. ^note
But whist sir Iohn, no more of that I trow ^note,
For feare you lose your head before you goe. Exet. [Sc. III.] Enter two Petitioners, and Peter the Armourers man. 1. Peti.
Come sirs let vs ^note linger here abouts a while,
Vntil my Lord Protector come this way,
That we may show his grace our seuerall causes. 2. Peti.
I pray God saue the good Duke ^note Humphries life,
For but for him a many were vndone,
That cannot ^note get no succour in the Court,
But see where he comes with the Queene. Enter 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. Queene.
Now good-fellowes, whom would you speak withall? 2. Peti.

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

An vsurper thou wouldst say.

I ^note forsooth an vsurper.

Didst thou say the King was an vsurper?

No forsooth, I saide my maister saide so, th' other day, when we were scowring the Duke of Yorks Armour in our garret.

A complaint against the Duke of Suffolke for enclosing the commons of long Melford.

I beseech your grace to pardon me, me ^note, I am but a Messenger for the whole town-ship.

Whose eyes are alwaies poring on his booke,
And nere ^note regards the honour of his name,
But still must be protected like a childe,
And gouerned by that ambitious Duke,
That scarse will moue his cap nor ^note speake to vs,
And his proud wife, high minded Elanor,
That ruffles it with such a troupe of Ladies,
As strangers in the Court takes ^note her for the ^note Queene ^note.
The other day she vanted to her maides,
That the very traine of her worst gowne,
Was worth more wealth then all my fathers lands,
Can any griefe of minde be like to this. ^note
I tell thee Poull ^note, when thou didst runne at Tilt,
And stolst away our Ladaies ^note hearts in France,
I thought King Henry had bene like to thee,
Or else thou hadst not brought me out of France. Suffolke.
Madame content your selfe a litle while,
As I was cause of your comming to ^note England,
So will I in England worke your full content:
And as for proud Duke Humphrey and his wife,
I haue set lime-twigs that will intangle them,
As that your grace ere long shall vnderstand.
But staie Madame, here comes the King. Enter King Henry, and the Duke of Yorke and the Duke of Somerset on both sides of the King, whispering with him, and enter ^note 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 France, or York, or Somerset, alls ^note wonne ^note to me.

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

That the Duke of Yorke was lawfull heire vnto the Crowne, and that your grace was an vsurper.

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

Come hether fellow, didst thou speake these words?

Tis no matter for that, you did say so.

I beseech your grace, let him haue the law.

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

But let it rest. As sure as I do liue,
She shall not strike dame Elnor vnreuengde. Exet Elnor. King.
Beleeue me my loue, thou wart ^note much to blame ^note,
I would not for a thousand pounds of gold,
My noble vnckle had bene here in place. Enter Duke Humphrey.
But see where he comes, I am glad he met her not.
Vnckle Gloster, what answere makes your grace
Concerning our Regent for the Realme of France,
Whom thinks your grace is meetest for to send. Humphrey.
My gratious Lord, then this is my resolue,
For that these words the Armourer should ^note speake,
Doth breed suspition on the part of Yorke,
Let Somerset be Regent ouer ^note the French,
Till trials ^note made, and Yorke may cleare himselfe. King.
Then be it so my Lord of Somerset.
We make your grace Regent ouer the French,
And to defend our rights gainst ^note forraine foes,
And so do good vnto the Realme of France.
Make hast my Lord, tis time that you were gone,
The time of Truse I thinke is full expirde. Somerset.
I humbly thanke your royall Maiestie,
And take my leaue to poste with speed to France. Exet Somerset. King.
Come vnckle Gloster, now lets ^note 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. Exet ^note omnes. [Sc. IV.] Enter Elnor ^note, with sir Iohn Hum, Koger ^note 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 here ^note 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 fiendes for to obey your wils,
And tell Dame Elnor of the thing she askes. Witch.
Then Roger Bullinbrooke about thy taske,
And frame a Cirkle here vpon the earth,
Whilst I thereon all prostrate on my face,
Do talke and whisper with the diuels be low ^note,
And coniure them for to obey my will. She lies downe vpon her face. Bullenbrooke makes a Cirkle. 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 bowels of this Centricke earth,
And hither come in twinkling of an eye,
Askalon, Assenda, Assenda ^note. 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,
But ^note him out liue ^note, and dye a violent death. Bullen.
What fate awayt ^note the Duke of Suffolke. ^note Spirit.
By water shall he ^note die and take his ende. Bullen.
What shall betide the Duke of Somerset? Spirit.

Let him shun Castles, safer shall he be vpon the sandie plaines, then ^note where Castles mounted stand.

Rise Iordaine rise, and staie thy charming Spels.
Sonnes ^note, we are betraide. Enter the Duke of Yorke, and the Duke of Buckingham, and others. Yorke.
Come sirs, laie 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 your ^note are plotting Treasons thus with Cuniurers,
The King shall haue notice ^note of this thing. Exet Elnor aboue. Buc.
See here my Lord what the diuell hath writ. Yorke.
Giue it me my Lord, Ile show it to the King.
Go sirs, see them fast lockt in prison. Exet with them. Bucking.
My Lord, I pray you let me go post vnto the King,
Vnto S. ^note Albones, to tell this newes. Yorke.
Content. Away then, about it straight. Buck.
Farewell my Lord. Exet Buckingham. Yorke.
Whose ^note within there? Enter one. One.
My Lord. Yorke.

Sirrha, go will the Earles ^note of Salsbury and Warwicke, to sup with me to night.

Humph.

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

Heres ^note my hand, I will.

Why how now Lords?

Faith Cousin Gloster, had not your man cast off so soone, we had had more sport to day, Come with thy swoord and buckler.

And it please your grace, there is a man that came blinde to S. ^note Albones, and hath receiued his sight at his ^note shrine.

Goe fetch him hither ^note, that wee may glorifie the Lord with him.

My wife did long for plums. Humph.
But tell me, wart ^note thou borne blinde? Poore man.
I ^note truly sir. Woman.
I ^note indeed sir, he was borne blinde. Humphrey.
What art thou his ^note mother? Woman.
His wife sir. Humphrey.
Hadst thou bene his mother,
Thou couldst haue better told.
  Why let me see, I thinke thou canst not see yet. Poore man.
Yes truly maister, as cleare as day. Humphrey.
Saist thou so. ^note What colours ^note his cloake? Poore man.
Why red ^note maister, as red as blood. Humphrey.
And his cloake? Poore man.
Why thats ^note greene. Humphrey.
And what colours ^note his hose? Poore man.
Yellow maister, yellow as gold. Humphrey.
And what colours ^note my gowne? Poore man.
Blacke sir, as blacke as Ieat. King.
Then belike he knowes what colour Ieat is on. Suffolke.
And yet ^note I thinke Ieat did he neuer see. Humph.
But cloakes and gownes ere this day many a one.
But tell me sirrha, whats ^note my name? Poore man.
Alasse maister I know not. Humphrey.
Whats ^note his name? Poore man.
I know not. Humphrey.
Nor his? Poore man.
No truly sir. Humphrey
Nor his name? Poore man
No indeed maister. Humphrey
Whats ^note thine owne name? Poore man.
Sander, and it please you maister. Humphrey.

Then Sander sit there, the lyingest knaue in Christendom. If thou hadst bene born blind, thou mightest ^note aswell haue knowne all our names, as thus to name the seuerall colours we doo weare. Sight may distinguish of colours, but sodeinly to nominate them all, it is impossible. My Lords, saint ^note Albones here hath done a

Miracle, and would you not thinke his cunning to be great, that could restore this Cripple to his legs againe. ^note

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

Alas maister what shall I do, ^note I am not able to stand.

Amiracle, a miracle, let him be taken againe, & whipt through euery Market Towne til he comes at Barwicke where he was borne.

I ^note but you did greater wonders, when you made whole Dukedomes flie in a day.

Hath plotted Treasons gainst the King and Peeres,
By wichcrafts, sorceries, and cuniurings,
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 surprisde,
And heres the answere the diuel did make to them. King.
First of the King, what shall become of him? Reads.
The Duke yet liues, that Henry shal depose,
Yet him out liue ^note, and die a violent death.
Gods will be done in all.
What fate awaits the Duke of Suffolke?
By water shall he die and take his end. Suffolke.
By water must the Duke of Suffolke die? ^note
It must be so, or else the diuel doth lie. King.
Let Somerset shun Castles,
For safer shall he be vpon the sandie plaines,
Then where Castles mounted stand. Card.
Heres good stuffe, how now my Lord Protector ^note
This newes I thinke hath turnde your weapons point,
I am in doubt youle scarsly keepe your promise. Humphrey.
Forbeare ambitious Prelate to vrge my griefe,
And pardon me my gratious Soueraigne,
For here I sweare vnto your Maiestie,
That I am guiltlesse of these hainous crimes
Which my ambitious wife hath falsly done,
And for she would betraie her soueraigne Lord,
I here renounce her from my bed and boord,
And leaue her open for the law to iudge,
Vnlesse she cleare her selfe of this foule deed. King.
Come my Lords this night weele lodge in S. Albones,
And to morrow we will ride to London,
And trie the vtmost of these Treasons forth,
Come vnckle Gloster along with vs,
My mind doth tell me thou art innocent. Exet ^note omnes. [Sc. VI.] Enter the Duke of Yorke, and the Earles of Salsbury and Warwicke. Yorke.
My Lords our simple supper ended, thus, ^note
Let me reueale vnto your honours here,

The right and title of the house of Yorke,
To Englands Crowne by liniall desent. War.
Then Yorke begin, and if thy claime be good,
The Neuils are thy subiects to command. 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 Langly,
Duke of Yorke.
The third was Lyonell Duke of Clarence.
The fourth was Iohn of Gaunt,
The Duke of Lancaster.
The fifth was Roger Mortemor, Earle of March.
The sixt was sir Thomas of Woodstocke,
William of Winsore was the seuenth and last.

Now, Edward the blacke Prince he died before his father, and left behinde him Richard, that afterwards was King, Crownde 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.

Lyonell Duke of Clarence died, and left behinde Alice, Anne, and Elinor, that was after married to my father, and by her I claime the Crowne, as the true heire to Lyonell Duke of Clarence, the third sonne to Edward the third ^note. Now sir. In the time ^note of Richards raigne, Henry of Bullingbrooke ^note, sonne and heire to Iohn of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster fourth sonne to Edward the third, he claimde the Crowne, deposde the Merthfull King, and as both you ^note know, in Pomphret Castle harmlesse Richard was shamefully murthered, and so by Richards death came the house of Lancaster vnto the Crowne.

Sauing your tale my Lord, as I haue heard, in the raigne of Bullenbrooke, the Duke of Yorke did claime the Crowne, and but for Owin Glendor ^note, had bene King.

True. But so it fortuned then, by meanes of that monstrous rebel Glendor, the noble Duke of York was done to death, and so euer since the heires of Iohn of Gaunt haue possessed the Crowne. But if the issue of the elder should sucseed ^note before the issue of the yonger, then am I lawfull heire vnto the kingdome.

Long liue Richard Englands royall King.

I thanke you both. But Lords I am not your King, vntil this sword be sheathed euen in the hart blood of the house of Lancaster.

Thanks noble Warwicke, and Yorke doth hope to see, The Earl of Warwicke liue, to be the greatest man in England, but the King. Come lets goe.

Heres ^note to thee neighbour, fill all the pots again, for before we fight, looke you, I will tell you my minde, for I am come hither as it were of my mans ^note instigation, to proue my selfe an honest man, and Peter a knaue, and so haue at you Peter with downright blowes, as Beuys of South-hampton fell vpon Askapart.

Maister Sheriffe, I pray proceede no further against my Lady, then the course of law extendes.

To be conducted into the Ile of Man. Humphrey.
Must you sir Iohn conduct my Lady? Standly.
I my ^note gratious Lord, for so it is decreede,
And I am so commanded by the King. Humph.
I pray you sir Iohn, vse her neare ^note the worse,
In that I intreat you to vse her well.
The world may smile againe and I may liue,
To do you fauour if you do it her,
And so sir Iohn farewell. Elnor.
What gone ^note my Lord, and bid me not ^note farwell? ^note Humph.
Witnesse my bleeding heart, I cannot stay to speake. Exet 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,
Come Standly come, and let vs haste away. Standly.
Madam lets ^note go vnto some house hereby ^note,
Where you may shift your selfe before we go. Elnor.
Ah good sir Iohn, my shame cannot be hid,
Nor put away with casting off my sheete:
But come let vs go, maister Sheriffe farewell,
Thou hast but done thy office as thou shoulst ^note. Exet ^note omnes. [Sc. IX.] Enter to the Parlament ^note. Enter two Heralds before, then the Duke of Buckingham, and the Duke of Suffolke, and then the Duke of Yorke, and the Cardinall of Winchester, and then the King and the Queene ^note, and then the Earle of Salisbury, and the Earle of Warwicke. King.
I wonder our vnkle Gloster staies so long. Queene.
Can you not see, ^note or will you not perceiue,
How that ambitious Duke doth vse himselfe?
The time hath bene, but now that ^note time is past,
That none so humble as Duke Humphrey was:

But now let one meete him euen in the morne,
When euery one will giue the time of day,
And ^note he will neither moue nor speake to vs.
See you not how ^note the Commons follow him
In troupes, crying, God saue the good Duke Humphrey,
And with long life, Iesus preserue his grace ^note,
Honouring him as if he were their ^note King.
Gloster is no litle man in England,
And if he list to stir commotions,
Tys likely that the people will follow him.
My Lord, if you imagine there is no such thing,
Then let it passe, and call it ^note a womans feare.
My Lord of Suffolke, Buckingham, and Yorke,
Disproue my Alligations ^note if you can,
And by your speeches, if you can reproue me,
I will subscribe and say, I wrong'd the Duke. Suffol.
Well hath your grace foreseen into that Duke,
And if I had bene 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 Territores ^note
Is ouercome my Lord, all is lost. King.
Cold newes indeed 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. Hum.
Pardon my liege, that I haue staid so long. Suffol.
Nay, Gloster know, that thou art come too soone,
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 ^note guiltie, who are my accusers? York.
Tis thought my lord, your grace tooke bribes from France,
And stopt the soldiers of their paie,
By ^note which his Maiestie hath lost all France. Humph.
Is it but thought so, ^note and who are they that thinke so?
So God helpe me ^note, as I haue watcht the night
Euer intending good for England still,
That penie that euer I tooke from France,
Be brought against me at the iudgement day.
I neuer robd the soldiers of their paie,
Many a pound of mine owne propper cost
Haue I sent ouer for the soldiers wants,
Because I would not racke the needie Commons. Car.
In your Protectorship you did deuise
Strange torments for offendors ^note, by which meanes
England hath bene defamde by tyrannie. Hum.
Why tis wel knowne that whilst I was protector
Pitie was all the fault that was in me,
A murtherer or foule felonous ^note theefe,
That robs and murthers silly ^note passengers,
I tortord ^note aboue the rate of common law. Suffolk.
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 cleare thy selfe. King.
Good vnkle obey to his arrest,
I haue no doubt but thou shalt cleare thy selfe,
My conscience tels me thou art innocent. Hump.
Ah gratious Henry these daies are dangerous,
And would my death might end these miseries,
And staie their moodes for good King Henries sake,
But I am made the Prologue to their plaie,
And thousands more must follow after me,
That dreads not yet their liues destruction.
Suffolkes hatefull tongue blabs his harts ^note malice,
Bewfords firie eyes showes his enuious minde,
Buckinghams proud lookes bewraies his cruel thoughts,
And dogged Yorke that leuels at the Moone
Whose ouerweening arme I haue held backe.

All you haue ioynd to betraie me thus:
And you my gratious Lady and soueraigne mistresse,
Causelesse haue laid complaints vpon my head,
I shall not want false witnesses inough ^note,
That so amongst you, you may haue my life.
The Prouerbe no doubt will be well ^note performde,
A staffe is quickly found to beate a dog. Suffolke.
Doth he not twit our soueraigne Lady here,
As if that she with ignomious ^note wrong,
Had sobornde ^note or hired some to sweare against his life. ^note Queene.
I but ^note I can giue the loser leaue to speake. Humph.
Far truer spoke then ment, I loose indeed,
Beshrow ^note the winners hearts, they plaie me false. Buck.
Hele wrest the sence and keep vs here all day,
My Lord of Winchester, see him sent away. Car.
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 bodie vp,
And puts his watchfull shepheard from his side,
Whilst wolues stand snarring who shall bite him first.
Farwell my soueraigne, long maist thou enjoy,
Thy fathers happie daies free from annoy. Exet Humphrey, with the Cardinals men. King.
My Lords what to your wisdoms shal seem best,
Do and vndo as if our selfe were here. Queen.
What wil your highnesse leaue the Parlament? King.
I ^note Margaret. My heart is kild with griefe,
Where I may sit and sigh in endlesse mone,
For who's a Traitor, ^note Gloster he is none. Exet King, Salsbury, and Warwicke. Queene.
Then sit we downe againe my Lord Cardinall,
Suffolke, Buckingham, Yorke, and Somerset.
Let vs consult of proud 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 Lambe,
But if we take him ere he do the deed,
We should not question if that he should liue.
No. Let him die, in that he is a Foxe,
Least ^note that in liuing he offend vs more ^note. Car.
Then let him die before the Commons know,
For feare that they do rise in Armes for him. Yorke.
Then do it sodainly my Lords. Suffol.
Let that be my Lord Cardinals charge & mine. Car.
Agreed, for hee's already kept within my house. Enter a Messenger. Queene.
How now sirrha, what newes? Messen.
Madame I bring you newes from Ireland,
The wilde Onele my Lords ^note, is vp in Armes,
With troupes of Irish Kernes ^note that vncontrold, ^note
Doth ^note plant themselues within the English pale. Queene.
What redresse shal we haue for this my Lords? Yorke.
Twere very ^note good that my Lord of Somerset
That fortunate Champion were sent ouer,
And burnes and spoiles ^note the Country as they goe.
To keepe in awe the stubborne Irishmen,
He did so much good when he was in France. Somer.
Had Yorke bene there with all his far fetcht
Pollices ^note, he might haue lost as much as I. Yorke.
I, ^note for Yorke would haue lost his life before
That France ^note should haue reuolted from Englands rule. Somer.
I ^note so thou might'st, and yet haue gouernd worse then I. York.
What worse then nought, ^note then a shame take all. Somer.
Shame on thy selfe, that wisheth shame. Queene.
Somerset forbeare, 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 soldiers,
And Yorke shall trie his fortune against ^note those kernes. Queene.
Yorke thou shalt. My ^note Lord of Buckingham,
Let it be your charge to muster vp such souldiers
As shall suffise him in these needfull warres. Buck.
Madame I will, and leauie ^note such a band
As soone shall ouercome those Irish Rebels,
But Yorke, where shall those soldiers staie for thee? Yorke.
At Bristow, I will ^note expect them ten daies hence. Buc.
Then thither shall they come, and so farewell. Exet Buckingham. Yorke.
Adieu my Lord of Buckingham. Queene.
Suffolke remember what you haue to do.
And you Lord Cardinall concerning Duke Humphrey,
Twere ^note good that you did see to it in time,
Come let vs go, that it may be performde. Exet ^note omnis, Manit Yorke. York.
Now York bethink thy self and rowse thee vp,
Take time whilst it is offered thee so faire,
Least ^note when thou wouldst, thou canst it not ^note attaine,
Twas ^note men I lackt, and now they giue them me,
And now whilst I am busie in Ireland,
I haue seduste a headstrong Kentishman,
Iohn Cade of Ashford,
Vnder the title of Iohn Mortemer, ^note
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 coystrill sowed,
Now if he should be taken and condemd,
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 helpe him to performe this enterprise.
And then Duke Humphrey, he well made away,
None then can stop the light to Englands Crowne,
But Yorke can tame and headlong pull them downe. Exet Yorke. [Sc. X.] 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. Suffolk.
How now sirs, what haue you dispatcht him? One.
I my Lord, hees ^note dead I ^note warrant you. Suffolke.
Then see the cloathes laid smooth about him still,
That when the King comes, he may perceiue
No other, but that he dide of his owne accord. 2.
All things is hansome ^note now my Lord. Suffolke.
Then draw the Curtaines againe and get you gone,
And you shall haue your firme rewarde anon. Exet murtherers ^note. Then enter ^note the King and Queene, the Duke of Buckingham, and the Duke of Somerset, and the Cardinall. King.
My Lord of Suffolke go call our vnkle Gloster,
Tell him this day we will that he do cleare himselfe. Suffolke.
I will my Lord. Exet Suffolke. King.
And good my Lords proceed no further against ^note our vnkle Gloster ^note,
Then by iust proofe you can affirme,
For as the sucking childe or harmlesse lambe,
So is he innocent of treason to our state. Enter Suffolke.
How now Suffolke, where's our unkle? Suffolke.
Dead in his bed, my Lord Gloster is ^note dead. The King falles in a sound. ^note Queen.
Ay-me, the King is dead: help, help, my Lords. Suffolke.
Comfort my Lord, gratious Henry comfort.

Kin.
What doth my Lord of Suffolk 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 satisfie my griefes, or ease my heart: ^note
Thou balefull messenger out ^note of my sight,
For euen in thine ^note eye-bals murther sits,
Yet do not goe. Come Basaliske ^note
And kill the silly ^note 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 ^note best say that I did murther him. King.
Ah woe is me, for wretched Glosters death. Queene.
Be woe for me more wretched then he was,
What doest ^note thou turne away and hide thy face?
I am no loathsome leoper ^note looke on me,
Was I for this nigh ^note wrackt vpon the sea, ^note
And thrise by aukward winds driuen back from Englands bounds, ^note
What might it bode, but that well foretelling
Winds, said, seeke not a scorpions neast. Enter the Earles of Warwicke and Salisbury. War.
My Lord, the Commons like an angrie ^note hiue of bees,
Run vp and downe, caring not whom they sting,
For good Duke ^note Humphreys death, whom they report
To be murthered by Suffolke and the Cardinall here. King.
That he is dead good Warwick, is too true,
But how he died God knowes, not Henry. War.
Enter his priuie chamber my Lord and view the bodie.
Good father staie you with the rude multitude, till I returne. Salb.
I will sonne. Exet Salbury. Warwicke drawes the curtaines and showes Duke Humphrey in his bed. King.
Ah vnkle Gloster, heauen receive 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 dreadfull curse,

I am resolu'd that violent hands were laid,
Vpon the life of this thrise ^note famous Duke. Suffolk.
A dreadfull oth sworne with a solemne toong ^note,
What instance giues Lord Warwicke for these words? War.
Oft haue I seene a timely parted ghost,
Of ashie semblance, pale and bloodlesse,
But loe the blood is setled in his ^note face,
More better coloured then when he liu'd,
His well proportioned ^note beard made rough and sterne,
His fingers spred abroad as one that graspt for life,
Yet was by strength surprisde, the least of these are probable,
It cannot chuse ^note but he was murthered. Queene.
Suffolke and the Cardinall had him in charge,
And they I trust sir, are no murtherers. War.
I ^note, but twas ^note well knowne they were not his friends,
And tis well seene he found some enemies. Card.
But haue you ^note no greater proofes then these? War.
Who sees a hefer ^note dead and bleeding fresh,
And sees hard-by ^note a butcher with an axe,
But will suspect twas he that made the slaughter?
Who findes the partridge in the puttocks neast,
But will imagine how the bird came there,
Although the kyte soare with vnbloodie beake?
Euen so suspitious is this Tragidie. Queene.
Are you the kyte Bewford, where's your talants ^note?
Is Suffolke the butcher, where's his knife? Suffolke.
I weare no knife to slaughter sleeping men,
But heres ^note a vengefull sword rusted with case ^note,
That shall be scoured in his rankorous ^note heart,
That slanders me with murthers crimson badge,
Say if thou dare, proud Lord of Warwickshire,
That I am guiltie in Duke Humphreys death. Exet Cardinall. War.
What dares not Warwicke, if false Suffolke dare him?

Queene.
He dares not calme his contumelious spirit,
Nor cease to be an arrogant controwler,
Though Suffolk dare him twentie hundreth ^note times. War.
Madame be ^note still, with reuerence may I say it,
That euery word you speake in his defence,
Is slaunder to your royall Maiestie. Suffolke.
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 ^note churle, and noble stocke
Was graft with crabtree slip, whose frute thou art,
And neuer of the Neuels noble race. War.
But that the guilt of murther bucklers thee,
And I should rob the deaths man ^note 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 meants ^note,
That thou thy selfe was borne in bastardie,
And after all this fearefull homage done,
Giue thee thy hire and send thy soule ^note to hell,
Pernitious blood-sucker of sleeping men. Suffol.
Thou shouldst be waking whilst I shead thy blood,
If from this presence thou dare go with me. War.
Away euen now, or I will drag thee hence. Warwicke puls him out. Exet Warwicke and Suffolke, and then all the Commons within, cries, downe with Suffolke, downe with Suffolk. And then enter againe, the Duke of Suffolke and Warwicke, with their weapons drawne. King.
Why how now Lords? Suf.
The Traitorous Warwicke with the men of Berry,
Set all vpon me mightie soueraigne i ^note The Commons againe cries, downe with Suffolke, downe with Suffolke. And then enter from them, the Earle of Salbury. ^note Salb. ^note
My Lord, the Commons sends you word by me,
The ^note vnlesse false Suffolke 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 foorth ^note the land. Suf.
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 honour Salsbury hath got,
Is, that he was the Lord Embassador
Sent from a sort of Tinkers 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 all for ^note their louing ^note care,
And had I not ^note bene 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. Exet Salisbury. Queene.
Oh Henry, reuerse the doome of gentle Suffolkes banishment. King.
Vngentle Queene to call 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 erreuocable ^note.
Come good ^note Warwicke and go thou in with me,
For I haue great matters to impart to thee. Exet King and Warwicke, Manet Queene and Suffolke. Queene.
Hell fire and vengeance go along with you,
Theres ^note two of you, the diuell make the third.
Fie womanish man, canst thou not curse thy enemies? Suffolke.
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 twise so many signes of deadly hate,
As leaue fast ^note enuy in her loathsome caue,

My toong should stumble in mine earnest words,
Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint,
My haire be fixt on end, as one distraught,
And euery ioynt should seeme to curse and ban,
And now me-thinks my burthened hart would breake, ^note
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 ^note trees,
Their softest tuch as smart as lyzards stings.
Their musicke frightfull, like the serpents hys.
And boding scrike-oules ^note make the consort full.
All the foule terrors in darke seated hell. Queene.
Inough sweete Suffolke,thou torments ^note thy selfe. Suffolke.
You bad me ban, and will you bid me sease ^note?
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 byting cold would neuer let grasse grow,
And thinke it but a minute spent in sport. Queene.
No more. Sweete Suffolke hie thee hence to France,
Or liue where thou wilt within this worldes globe,
Ile haue an Irish that shall ^note finde thee out,
And long thou shalt not staie, but ile haue thee repelde,
Or venture ^note to be banished my selfe.
Oh let this kisse be printed in thy hand,
That when thou seest it, thou maist thinke on me.
Away, I say, that I may feele my griefe,
For it is nothing whilst thou standest here. Suffolke.
Thus is poore Suffolke ten times banished,
Once by the King, but three times thrise by thee. Enter Vawse. Queene.
How now, whither goes Vawse so fast? Vawse.
To signifie vnto his Maiestie,
That Cardinall Bewford is at point of death,
Sometimes he raues and cries as he were madde,
Sometimes he cals vpon Duke Humphries Ghost,
And whispers to his pillow as to him,

And sometime ^note he calles to speake vnto the King,
And I am going to certifie vnto his grace,
That euen now he cald aloude for him. Queene.
Go then good Vawse and certifie the King Exet Vawse.
Oh what is worldly pompe, ^note all men must die,
And woe am I for Bewfords heauie ende.
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,
What were it else, but like a pleasant slumber
In thy lap? ^note
Here could I, could I, breath ^note my soule into the aire,
As milde and gentle as the new borne babe,
That dies with mothers dugge betweene his lips,
Where from thy sight ^note I should be raging madde,
And call for thee to close mine eyes,
Or with thy lips to stop my dying soule,
That I might breathe it so into thy bodie,
And then it liu'd 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 staie, befall, what may befall. Queen.
Oh mightst thou staie with safetie of thy life,
Then shouldst thou staie, but heauens deny it,
And therefore go, but hope ere longe to be repelde. Suff.
I goe. Queene.
And take my heart with thee. She kisseth him. Suff.
A iewell lockt into the wofulst caske,
That euer yet containde a thing of woorth,
Thus like a splitted barke so sunder we.
This way fall I to death. Exet Suffolke. Queene.
This way for me. Exet Queene. [Sc. XI.] 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 madde. Car.
Oh death, if thou wilt let me liue but one whole yeare,
Ile giue thee as much gold as will purchase such another Iland.

King.
Oh see my Lord of Salsbury how he is troubled,
Lord Cardinall, remember Christ must saue ^note 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 ^note poison which the Pothicary sent me.
Oh see where Duke Humphreys ghoast doth stand,
And stares me in the face. Looke, looke, coame ^note downe his haire,
So now hees ^note gone againe: Oh, oh, oh. Sal.
See how the panges of death doth gripe his heart. King.
Lord Cardinall, 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. Salb.
So bad an ende 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 funerals be ^note performde. Exet ^note omnes. [Sc. XII.] Alarmes within, and the chambers be discharged, like as it were a fight at sea. And then enter the Captaine of the ship and the Maister, and the Maisters Mate, & the Duke of Suffolke disguised, and others with him, and Water Whickmore ^note. Cap.
Bring forward these prisoners that scorn'd to yeeld,
Vnlade their goods with speed and sincke their ship,
Here Maister, this prisoner I giue to you.
This other, the Maisters Mate shall haue,
And Water ^note Whickmore thou shalt haue this man,
And let them paie their ransomes ^note ere they passe. Suffolke.
Water ^note! He starteth. Water ^note.
How now, what doest ^note thou feare me?
Thou shalt haue better cause anon.

Suf.
It is thy name affrights me, not thy selfe.
I do remember well, a cunning Wyssard told me,
That by Water ^note I should die:
Yet let not that make thee bloudie minded.
Thy name being rightly sounded,
Is Gualter, not Water ^note. Water.
Gualter or Water ^{note note}, als one ^note to me,
I am the man must bring thee to thy death. Suf.
I am a Gentleman looke on my Ring,
Ransome me at what thou wilt, it shalbe ^note paid. Water ^note.
I lost mine eye in boording of the ship,
And therefore ere I marchantlike sell blood for gold,
Then cast me headlong downe into the sea. 2. Priso.
But what shall our ransomes be? Mai.
A hundreth ^note pounds a piece, either paie that or die. 2. Priso.
Then saue our liues, it shall be paid. Water ^note.
Come sirrha, thy life shall be the ransome
I will haue ^note. Suff.
Staie villaine, thy prisoner is a Prince,
The Duke of Suffolke, William de la Poull ^note. Cap.
The Duke of Suffolke folded vp in rags. ^note Suf.
I ^note sir, but these rags are no part of the Duke,
Ioue sometime went disguisde, and why not I? Cap.
I ^note but Ioue was neuer slaine as thou shalt be. Suf.
Base Iadie groome, King Henries blood
  The honourable blood 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 Water ^note take him hence,
And on our long boates side, chop off his head. Suf.
Thou darste not for thine owne. Cap.
Yes Poull ^note. Suffolke.
Poull ^note. Cap.
I Poull ^note, puddle, kennell, sinke and durt,
Ile stop that yawning mouth of thine,
Those lips of thine that so oft haue kist the

Queene ^note, shall sweepe the ground, and thou that
Smildste at good Duke Humphreys death,
Shalt liue no longer to infect the earth. Suffolke.
This villain being but Captain of a Pinnais ^note,
Threatens more plagues then mightie Abradas,
The great Masadonian ^note Pyrate,
Thy words addes fury and not remorse in me. Cap.
I ^note but my deeds shall staie thy fury soone. Suffolke.
Hast not thou waited at my Trencher,
When we haue feasted with Queene Margret ^note?
Hast not thou kist thy ^note hand and held my stirrope?
And barehead plodded by my footecloth Mule,
And thought thee happie when I smilde on thee?
This hand hath writ in thy defence,
Then shall I charme thee, hold thy lauish toong. Cap.
Away with him, Water ^note, I say, and off with his hed ^note. 1. Priso.
Good my Lord, intreat him mildly for your life. Suffolke.
First let this necke stoupe to the axes edge,
Before this knee do bow to any,
Saue to the God of heauen and to my King:
Suffolkes imperiall toong cannot pleade
To such a Iadie groome. Water ^note.
Come, come, why do we let him speake, ^note
I long to haue his head for raunsome of mine eye. Suffolke.
A Swordar and bandeto ^note slaue,
Murthered sweete Tully.
Brutus bastard-hand ^note stabde Iulius Cæsar,
And Suffolke dies by Pyrates on the seas. Exet Suffolke and Water ^note. 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 goe. Exet ^note omnes. [Sc. XIII.] 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 been vp this two daies.

I warrant thee, thou shalt neuer see a Lord weare a leather aperne now a-daies.

Why theres ^note Dicke the Butcher, and Robin the Sadler, and Will that came a wooing to our Nan last Sunday, and Harry and Tom, and Gregory that should haue your Parnill, and a great sort more is come from Rochester, and from Maydstone, and Canterbury, and all the Townes here abouts ^note, and we must all be ^note Lords or squires, assoone as Iack Cade is King.

Therefore be braue, for your Captain is braue, and vowes reformation: you shall haue seuen half-penny loaues for a penny, and the three hoopt pot, shall haue ten hoopes, and it shall be ^note felony to drinke small beere, and if ^note I be king ^note, as king I will be.

God saue your maiestie.

I thanke you good people, you shall all eate and drinke of my score, and go all in my liuerie, and weele ^note haue no writing, but the score & the Tally, and there shalbe ^note no lawes but such as comes ^note from my mouth.

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

I ^note and stinking law too, for his breath stinks so, that one cannot abide it.

Oh Captaine a pryze.

Whose ^note that Will?

The Clarke of Chattam, he can write and reade and cast account, I tooke him setting of boyes coppies, and hee has a booke in his pocket with red letters.

Oh hes ^note confest, go hang him with his penny-inckhorne ^note about his necke.

Captaine. Newes, newes, sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother are comming with the kings power, and mean ^note to kill vs all.

O monstrous simplicitie. ^note

And tell him, weele ^note haue the Lorde Sayes head, and the Duke of Somersets, for deliuering vp the Dukedomes of Anioy and Mayne, and selling the Townes in France, by which meanes England hath bene maimde ^note euer since, and gone as it were with a crouch ^note, but that my ^note puissance held it vp. And besides, they can speake French, and therefore they are traitors.

As how I prethie?

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

Answere me to that.

Well sirrha, wilt thou yeeld thy selfe vnto the Kings mercy, and he will ^note pardon thee and these, their outrages and rebellious deeds?

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

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 answere canst thou make vnto my mightinesse,

For deliuering vp the townes in France to Mounsier bus mine cue, the Dolphin of France? ^note

And more then so, thou hast most traitorously erected a grammer schoole, to infect the youth of the realme, and against the Kings Crowne and dignitie, thou hast built vp a paper-mill, nay it will be said to thy face, that thou kepst ^note men in thy house that daily reades of bookes with red letters, and talkes of a Nowne and a Verbe, and such abhominable ^note words as no Christian eare is able to endure it. And besides all that ^note, thou hast appointed certaine Iustises of peace ^note in euery shire to hang honest men that steale 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 foot-cloth ^note doest thou not? ^note

Yes, what of that?

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

Runne to Billingsgate, and fetche pitch and flaxe and squench ^note it.

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

Enter two with the Lord Sayes head, and sir Iames Cromers, vpon two poles.

So, come carry them before me, and at euery lanes ende, let them kisse togither.

But that they may see there want ^note no valiancy in me,
My staffe shall make way through the midst of you,
And so a poxe take you all. He runs through them with his staffe, and flies ^note away. Buc.
Go some and make after him, and proclaime,
That those that can bring the head of Cade,
Shall haue a thousand Crownes for his labour.
Come march away ^note. Exet omnes ^note. [Sc. XIX.] Enter King Henry and the Queene, and Somerset. King.
Lord Somerset, what newes here ^note you of the Rebell Cade? Som.
This, my gratious Lord, that the Lord Say is don to death,
And the Citie is almost sackt. King.
Gods will be done, for as he hath decreede, so must it ^note be:
And be it ^note as he please, to stop the pride of those rebellious men. Queene.
Had the noble Duke of Suffolke bene aliue,
The Rebell Cade had bene supprest ere this,
And all the rest that do take part with him. Enter the Duke of Buckingham and Clifford, with the Rebels, with halters about their necks. Cliff.
Long liue King Henry, Englands lawfull King,
Loe here my Lord, these Rebels are subdude,
And offer their liues before your highnesse feete. King.
But tell me Clifford, is there ^note Captaine here. Clif.

No, my gratious Lord, he is fled away, but proclamations are sent forth, that he that can but bring his head, shall haue a thousand crownes. But may it please your Maiestie, to pardon these their faults, that by that ^note traitors meanes were thus misled.

Braue thee and beard thee too, ^note by the best blood of the Realme, looke on me well, I haue eate no meate this fiue dayes, yet and I do ^note not leaue thee and thy fiue men as dead as a doore nayle, I pray God I may neuer eate grasse more.

Nay, it neuer shall ^note be saide whilst the world doth stand ^note, that Alexander Eyden an Esquire of Kent, tooke oddes to combat with a famisht man, looke on me, my limmes are equall vnto thine, and euery way as big, then hand to hand, ile combat thee ^note. Sirrha fetch me weopons ^note, and stand you all aside ^note.

Now sword, if thou doest not hew ^note this burly-bond churle into chines of beefe, I beseech God thou maist ^note fal into some smiths hand ^note, and be turnd to ^note hob-nailes.

Come on thy way.

Oh villaine, thou hast slaine the floure of Kent for chiualrie, but it is famine & not thee that has done it, for come ten thousand diuels, and giue me but the ten meales that I wanted this fiue

daies, and ile fight with you all, and so a poxe rot thee, for Iack Cade must die.

Iack Cade, & was it ^note that monstrous Rebell which I haue slaine. ^note Oh sword ile ^note honour thee for this, and in my chamber shalt thou hang as a monument to after age, for this great seruice thou hast done to me. Ile drag him hence, and with my sword cut off his head ^note, and beare it ^{note note}

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 Lancaster. Cliffood.
And here I stand, and pitch my foot to thine,
Vowing neuer to stir, till thou or I be slaine.
For neuer shall my heart be safe at rest,
Till I haue spoyld the hatefull house of Yorke. Alarmes, and they fight, and Yorke kils Clifford. Yorke.
Now Lancaster sit sure, thy sinowes ^note shrinke,
Come fearefull Henry grouelling on thy face,
Yeeld vp thy Crowne vnto the Prince of Yorke. Exet Yorke. Alarmes, then enter yoong Clifford alone. Yoong Clifford.
Father of Comberland,
Where may I ^note seeke my aged father forth?
O! dismall sight, ^note see where he breathlesse lies,
All smeard and weltred in his luke-warme blood,
Ah, aged pillar of all Comberlands true house,
Sweete father, to thy murthred ghoast 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 breath on earth. He takes him vp on his backe.
And thus as old Ankyses sonne did beare
His aged father on his manly backe,
And fought with him against the bloodie Greeks,
Euen so will I. But staie, heres ^note one of them,
To whom my soule hath sworne immortall hate. Enter Richard, and then Clifford laies downe his father, fights with him, ^note and Richard flies away againe.
Out crooktbacke ^note villaine, get thee from my sight,
But I will after thee, and once againe
When I haue borne my father to his Tent,
Ile trie my fortune better with thee yet ^note. Exet yoong 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 flie to London straight,
Make hast, for vengeance comes along with them,
Come stand not to expostulate, lets ^note go. King.
Come then faire Queene, to London let vs hast,
And sommon ^note a Parlament ^note with speede,
To stop the fury of these dyre euents. Exet ^note King and Queene. Alarmes, and then a flourish, and enter the Duke of Yorke and Richard. ^note Yorke.
How now boyes, fortunate this fight hath bene,
I hope to vs and ours, for Englands good,
And our great honour, that so long we lost,
Whilst faint-heart Henry did vsurpe our rights:
But did you see old Salsbury, since we
With bloodie mindes 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 thrise I saw him beaten from his horse,
And thrise this hand did set him vp againe,
And still he fought with courage gainst his foes,
The boldest sprited ^note man that ere mine eyes beheld. Enter Salsbbury and Warwicke. Edward.
See noble father, where they both do come,
The onely props vnto the house of Yorke. Sals.
Well hast thou fought this day, thou valiant Duke,
And thou braue bud of Yorkes encreasing house,
The small remainder of my weary life,
I hold for thee, for with thy warlike arme,
Three times this day thou hast preseru'd my life. Yorke.
What say you Lords, the King is fled to London?
There as I here ^note to hold a Parlament ^note.