nter BUCKINGHAM and old CLIFFORD,attended BUCKINGHAM.Ay,here they be that dare and will disturb thee.
And therefore yet relent,and save my life.Know,Cade,we come ambassadors from the King Unto the commons whom thou hast misled;And here pronounce free pardon to them all That will forsake thee and go home in peace.CLIFFORD.What say ye,countrymen?Will ye relent And yield to mercy whilst 'tis offer'd you,Or let a rebel lead you to your deaths?Who loves the King,and will embrace his pardon,Fling up his cap and say 'God save his Majesty!'Who hateth him and honours not his father,Henry the Fifth,that made all France to quake,Shake he his weapon at us and pass by.ALL.God save the King!God save the King!CADE.What,Buckingham and Clifford,are ye so brave?And you,base peasants,do ye believe him?Will you needs be hang'd with your about your necks?Hath my sword therefore broke through London gates,that you should leave me at the White Hart in Southwark?I thought ye would never have given out these arms till you had recovered your ancient freedom.But you are all recreants and dastards,and delight to live in slavery to the nobility.Let them break your backs with burdens,take your houses over your heads,ravish your wives and daughters before your faces.For me,I will make shift for one;and so God's curse light upon you all!ALL.We'll follow Cade,we'll follow Cade!CLIFFORD.Is Cade the son of Henry the Fifth,That thus you do exclaim you'll go with him?Will he conduct you through the heart of France,And make the meanest of you earls and dukes?Alas,he hath no home,no place to fly to;Nor knows he how to live but by the spoil,Unless by robbing of your friends and us.Were't not a shame that whilst you live at jar The fearful French,whom you late vanquished,Should make a start o'er seas and vanquish you?Methinks already in this civil broil I see them lording it in London streets,Crying 'Villiago!'unto all they meet.Better ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman's mercy.To France,to France,and get what you have lost;Spare England,for it is your native coast.Henry hath money;you are strong and manly.God on our side,doubt not of victory.ALL.A Clifford!a Clifford!We'll follow the King and Clifford.CADE.Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro as this multitude?The name of Henry the Fifth hales them to an hundred mischiefs,and makes them leave me desolate.I see them lay their heads together to surprise me.My sword make way for me for here is no staying.In despite of the devils and hell,have through the very middest of you!and heavens and honour be witness that no want of resolution in me,but only my followers'base and ignominious treasons,makes me betake me to my heels.Exit BUCKINGHAM.What,is he fled?Go some,and follow him;And he that brings his head unto the King Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward.Exeunt some of them Follow me,soldiers;we'll devise a mean To reconcile you all unto the King.Exeunt
SCENE IX.Killing,worth Castle
Sound trumpets.Enter KING,QUEEN,and SOMERSET,on the terrace
KING 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 old CLIFFORD
BUCKINGHAM.Health and glad tidings to your Majesty!KING HENRY.Why,Buckingham,is the traitor Cade surpris'd?Or is he but retir'd to make him strong?
Enter,below,multitudes,with halters about their necks
CLIFFORD.He is 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 HENRY.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,Assure yourselves,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 a MESSENGER
MESSENGER.Please it your Grace to be advertised The Duke of York is newly come from Ireland And with a puissant and a mighty power Of gallowglasses and stout kerns 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.KING HENRY.Thus stands my state,'twixt Cade and York distress'd;Like to a ship that,having scap'd a tempest,Is straightway calm'd,and boarded with a pirate;But now is Cade driven back,his men dispers'd,And now is York in arms to second him.I pray thee,Buckingham,go and meet 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 dismiss'd from him.SOMERSET.