Part 31

_York._ Now York bethink thy self and rowse thee vp. Take time whilst it is offered thee so faire, ·dai170· Least when thou wouldst, thou canst it not attaine, [dai171] Twas men I lackt, and now they giue them me, [dai172] And now whilst I am busie in Ireland, I haue seduste a headstrong Kentishman, Iohn Cade of Ashford, ·dai175· Vnder the title of Iohn Mortemer, [dai176] 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, ·dai180· 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, ·dai185· 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, ·dai190· None then can stop the light to Englands Crowne, But Yorke can tame and headlong pull them downe. _Exet Yorke._

## SCENE 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 dead I warrant you. [daj002]

_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. ·daj005·

_2._ All things is hansome now my Lord. [daj006]

_Suffolke._ Then draw the Curtaines againe and get you gone, And you shall haue your firme rewarde anon. [daj008] _Exet_ murtherers.

Then enter 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. ·daj010·

_Suffolke._ I will my Lord. _Exet Suffolke._

_King._ And good my Lords proceed no further against our vnkle (Gloster, [daj012] Then by iust proofe you can affirme, For as the sucking childe or harmlesse lambe, So is he innocent of treason to our state. ·daj015·

Enter _Suffolke_.

How now Suffolke, where’s our unkle?

_Suffolke._ Dead in his bed, my Lord Gloster is dead. [daj017] The King falles in a sound.

_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: [daj024] Thou balefull messenger out of my sight, [daj025] For euen in thine eye-bals murther sits, [daj026] Yet do not goe. Come Basaliske [daj027] And kill the silly gazer with thy lookes. [daj028]

_Queene._ Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolke thus, As if that he had causde Duke Humphreys death? ·daj030· The Duke and I too, you know were enemies, And you had best say that I did murther him. [daj032]

_King._ Ah woe is me, for wretched Glosters death.

_Queene._ Be woe for me more wretched then he was, What doest thou turne away and hide thy face? [daj035] I am no loathsome leoper looke on me, [daj036] Was I for this nigh wrackt vpon the sea, [daj037] And thrise by aukward winds driuen back from Englands bounds, [daj038] What might it bode, but that well foretelling Winds, said, seeke not a scorpions neast. ·daj040·

Enter the Earles of _Warwicke_ and _Salisbury_.

_War._ My Lord, the Commons like an angrie hiue of bees, [daj041] Run vp and downe, caring not whom they sting, For good Duke Humphreys death, whom they report [daj043] To be murthered by Suffolke and the Cardinall here.

_King._ That he is dead good Warwick, is too true, ·daj045· 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. ·daj050· 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 famous Duke. [daj055]

_Suffolk._ A dreadfull oth sworne with a solemne toong, [daj056] 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 face, [daj060] More better coloured then when he liu’d, His well proportioned beard made rough and sterne, [daj062] His fingers spred abroad as one that graspt for life, Yet was by strength surprisde, the least of these are probable, It cannot chuse but he was murthered. [daj065]

_Queene._ Suffolke and the Cardinall had him in charge, And they _I_ trust sir, are no murtherers.

_War._ I, but twas well knowne they were not his friends, [daj068] And tis well seene he found some enemies.

_Card._ But haue you no greater proofes then these? [daj070]

_War._ Who sees a hefer dead and bleeding fresh, [daj071] And sees hard-by a butcher with an axe, [daj072] 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, ·daj075· Although the kyte soare with vnbloodie beake? Euen so suspitious is this Tragidie.

_Queene._ Are you the kyte Bewford, where’s your talants? [daj078] Is Suffolke the butcher, where’s his knife?

_Suffolke._ I weare no knife to slaughter sleeping men, ·daj080· But heres a vengefull sword rusted with case, [daj081] That shall be scoured in his rankorous heart, [daj082] That slanders me with murthers crimson badge, Say if thou dare, proud Lord of Warwickshire, That I am guiltie in Duke Humphreys death. ·daj085· _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 times. [daj089]

_War._ Madame be still, with reuerence may I say it, [daj090] 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, ·daj095· Some sterne vntutred churle, and noble stocke [daj096] 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 of his fee, [daj100] 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, [daj105] That thou thy selfe was borne in bastardie, And after all this fearefull homage done, Giue thee thy hire and send thy soule to hell, [daj108] Pernitious blood-sucker of sleeping men.

_Suffol._ Thou shouldst be waking whilst I shead thy blood, ·daj110· 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 [daj115]

The Commons againe cries, downe with _Suffolke_, downe with _Suffolke_. And then enter from them, the Earle of _Salbury_.

_Salb._ My Lord, the Commons sends you word by me, [daj116] The vnlesse false Suffolke here be done to death, [daj117] Or banished faire Englands Territories, That they will erre from your highnesse person, They say by him the good Duke Humphrey died, ·daj120· 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 the land. [daj123]

_Suf._ Indeed tis like the Commons rude vnpolisht hinds Would send such message to their soueraigne, ·daj125· 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. ·daj130·

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 their louing care, [daj132] And had I not bene cited thus by their meanes, [daj133] My selfe had done it. Therefore here I sweare, If Suffolke be found to breathe in any place, ·daj135· 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. [daj140] Come good Warwicke and go thou in with me, [daj141] 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 two of you, the diuell make the third. [daj144] Fie womanish man, canst thou not curse thy enemies? ·daj145·

_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, ·daj150· As leaue fast enuy in her loathsome caue, [daj151] 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, ·daj155· And now me-thinks my burthened hart would breake, [daj156] 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 trees, [daj159] Their softest tuch as smart as lyzards stings. ·daj160· Their musicke frightfull, like the serpents hys. And boding scrike-oules make the consort full. [daj162] All the foule terrors in darke seated hell.

_Queene._ Inough sweete Suffolke, thou torments thy (selfe. [daj164]

_Suffolke._ You bad me ban, and will you bid me sease? [daj165] 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. ·daj170·

_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 finde thee out, [daj173] And long thou shalt not staie, but ile haue thee repelde, Or venture to be banished my selfe. [daj175] 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, ·daj180· 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, ·daj185· Sometimes he cals vpon Duke Humphries Ghost, And whispers to his pillow as to him, And sometime he calles to speake vnto the King, [daj188] And I am going to certifie vnto his grace, That euen now he cald aloude for him. ·daj190·

_Queene._ Go then good Vawse and certifie the King _Exet Vawse._ Oh what is worldly pompe, all men must die, [daj192] 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, ·daj195· 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 [daj198] In thy lap? Here could I, could I, breath my soule into the aire, [daj200] As milde and gentle as the new borne babe, That dies with mothers dugge betweene his lips, Where from thy sight I should be raging madde, [daj203] And call for thee to close mine eyes, Or with thy lips to stop my dying soule, ·daj205· 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. ·daj210·

_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. ·daj215· 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._ ·daj220·

_Queene._ This way for me. _Exet Queene._

## SCENE 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 thy soule. [dak004]

_Car._ Why died he not in his bed? ·dak005· What would you haue me to do then? Can I make men liue whether they will or no? Sirra, go fetch me the strong poison which the Pothicary sent me. [dak008] Oh see where Duke Humphreys ghoast doth stand, And stares me in the face. Looke, looke, coame downe his haire, [dak010] So now hees gone againe: Oh, oh, oh. [dak011]

_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. ·dak015· 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. ·dak020· Go take him hence, and see his funerals be performde. [dak021] _Exet omnes._

## SCENE 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.

_Cap._ Bring forward these prisoners that scorn’d to yeeld, [dal001] 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 Whickmore thou shalt haue this man, [dal005] And let them paie their ransomes ere they passe. [dal006]

_Suffolke._ Water! He starteth.

_Water._ How now, what doest thou feare me? [dal008] 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 I should die: Yet let not that make thee bloudie minded. Thy name being rightly sounded, Is Gualter, not Water. ·dal015·

_Water._ Gualter or Water, als one to me, [dal016] 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 paid. [dal019]

_Water._ I lost mine eye in boording of the ship, ·dal020· 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 pounds a piece, either paie that or die. [dal024]

_2. Priso._ Then saue our liues, it shall be paid. ·dal025·

_Water._ Come sirrha, thy life shall be the ransome [dal026] I will haue.

_Suff._ Staie villaine, thy prisoner is a Prince, The Duke of Suffolke, William de la Poull. [dal029]

_Cap._ The Duke of Suffolke folded vp in rags. [dal030]

_Suf._ I sir, but these rags are no part of the Duke, [dal031] Ioue sometime went disguisde, and why not I?

_Cap._ I but Ioue was neuer slaine as thou shalt be.

_Suf._ Base Iadie groome, King Henries blood The honourable blood of Lancaster, ·dal035· 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 take him hence, And on our long boates side, chop off his head. ·dal040·

_Suf._ Thou darste not for thine owne.

_Cap._ Yes Poull.

_Suffolke._ Poull.

_Cap._ I Poull, puddle, kennell, sinke and durt, Ile stop that yawning mouth of thine, ·dal045· Those lips of thine that so oft haue kist the [dal046] Queene, 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, [dal050] Threatens more plagues then mightie Abradas, The great Masadonian Pyrate, [dal052] Thy words addes fury and not remorse in me.

_Cap._ I but my deeds shall staie thy fury soone.

_Suffolke._ Hast not thou waited at my Trencher, ·dal055· When we haue feasted with Queene Margret? [dal056] Hast not thou kist thy hand and held my stirrope? [dal057] And barehead plodded by my footecloth Mule, And thought thee happie when I smilde on thee? This hand hath writ in thy defence, ·dal060· Then shall I charme thee, hold thy lauish toong.

_Cap._ Away with him, Water, I say, and off with his hed. [dal062]

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, ·dal065· Saue to the God of heauen and to my King: Suffolkes imperiall toong cannot pleade To such a Iadie groome.

_Water._ Come, come, why do we let him speake, [dal069] I long to haue his head for raunsome of mine eye. ·dal070·

_Suffolke._ A Swordar and bandeto slaue, [dal071] Murthered sweete Tully. Brutus bastard-hand stabde Iulius Cæsar, [dal073] And Suffolke dies by Pyrates on the seas. [dal074] _Exet Suffolke_ and _Water_.

_Cap._ Off with his head, and send it to the Queene, ·dal075· And ransomelesse this prisoner shall go free, To see it safe deliuered vnto her. Come lets goe. _Exet omnes._ [dal078]

## SCENE 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.

_Nicke._ Then they had more need to go to bed now, But sirrha George whats the matter? [dam005]

_George._ Why sirrha, Iack Cade the Diar of Ashford here, He meanes to turne this land, and set a new nap on it. [dam007]

_Nick._ I marry he had need so, for tis growne threedbare, [dam008] Twas neuer merry world with vs, since these gentle men came vp. [dam009]

_George._ I warrant thee, thou shalt neuer see a Lord weare a ·dam010· leather aperne now a-daies.

_Nick._ But sirrha, who comes more beside Iacke Cade? [dam012]

_George._ Why theres Dicke the Butcher, and Robin the Sadler, [dam013] 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 ·dam015· sort more is come from Rochester, and from Maydstone, and Canterbury, and all the Townes here abouts, and we must all be Lords [dam017] or squires, assoone as Iack Cade is King.

_Nicke._ Harke, harke, I here the Drum, they be comming. [dam019]

Enter _Iacke Cade_, _Dicke Butcher_, _Robin_, _Will_, _Tom_, _Harry_ and the rest, with long staues.

_Cade._ Proclaime silence. ·dam020·

_All._ Silence.

_Cade._ I Iohn Cade so named for my valiancie.

_Dicke._ Or rather for stealing of a Cade of Sprats.

_Cade._ My father was a Mortemer. [dam024]

_Nicke._ He was an honest man and a good Brick-laier. [dam025]

_Cade._ My mother came of the Brases. [dam026]

_Will._ She was a Pedlers daughter indeed, and sold many lases. [dam027]

_Robin._ And now being not able to occupie her furd packe, She washeth buckes vp and down the country.

_Cade._ Therefore I am honourably borne. [dam030]

_Harry._ I for the field is honourable, for he was borne [dam031] Vnder a hedge, for his father had no house but the Cage. [dam032]

_Cade._ I am able to endure much.

_George._ Thats true, I know he can endure any thing, [dam034] For I haue seen him whipt two market daies togither. ·dam035·

_Cade._ I feare neither sword nor fire.

_Will._ He need not feare the sword, for his coate is of proofe.

_Dicke._ But mee thinkes he should feare the fire, being so often burnt in the hand, for stealing of sheepe.

_Cade._ Therefore be braue, for your Captain is braue, and vowes ·dam040· reformation: you shall haue seuen half-penny loaues for a penny, and the three hoopt pot, shall haue ten hoopes, and it shall be felony [dam042] to drinke small beere, and if I be king, as king I will be. [dam043]

_All._ God saue your maiestie.

_Cade._ I thanke you good people, you shall all eate and drinke of ·dam045· my score, and go all in my liuerie, and weele haue no writing, but [dam046] the score & the Tally, and there shalbe no lawes but such as comes [dam047] from my mouth.

_Dicke._ We shall haue sore lawes then, for he was thrust into the mouth the other day. ·dam050·

_George._ I and stinking law too, for his breath stinks so, that one [dam051] cannot abide it.

Enter _Will_ with the Clarke of _Chattam_.

_Will._ Oh Captaine a pryze.

_Cade._ Whose that Will? [dam054]

_Will._ The Clarke of _Chattam,_ he can write and reade and cast ·dam055· account, I tooke him setting of boyes coppies, and hee has a booke in his pocket with red letters.

_Cade._ Sonnes, hees a coniurer bring him hither. [dam058] Now sir, whats your name? [dam059]

_Clarke._ Emanuell sir, and it shall please you. [dam060]

_Dicke._ It will go hard with you, I can tell you, [dam061] For they vse to write that oth top of letters. [dam062]

_Cade._ And what do you vse to write your name? [dam063] Or do you as auncient forefathers haue done, Vse the score and the Tally? ·dam065·

_Clarke._ Nay, true sir, I praise God I haue been so well brought [dam066] vp, that I can write mine owne name.

_Cade._ Oh hes confest, go hang him with his penny-inckhorne [dam068] about his necke. _Exet_ one with the Clarke.

Enter _Tom_.