K. Henry.
Buckingham, doth York intend no Harm to us,
That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm?

York.
In all submission, and humility,
York doth present himself unto your Highness.

K. Henry.
Then what intend these forces thou dost bring?

York.
To heave the traitor Somerset from hence,
And fight against that monstrous Rebel Cade;
Whom, since, I heard to be discomfited. Enter Iden with Cade's head.

Iden.
If one so rude, and of so mean condition,
May pass into the presence of a King,
Lo, I present your Grace a traitor's head;
The head of Cade, whom I in Combat slew.

K. Henry.
The head of Cade? great God! how just art thou?
O, let me view his visage being dead,
That, living, wrought me such exceeding trouble.
Tell me, my friend; art thou the man, that slew him?

Iden.
I was, an't like your Majesty.

K. Henry.
How art thou call'd? and what is thy degree?

Iden.
Alexander Iden, that's my name,
A poor Esquire of Kent, that loves the King.

Buck.
So please it you, my lord, 'twere not amiss
He were created Knight for his good service.

K. Henry.
Iden, kneel down; rise up a Knight:

We give thee for reward a thousand marks,
And will, that thou henceforth attend on us.

Iden.
May Iden live to merit such a bounty,
And never live but true unto his Liege!

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